I murmur just as softly, “And what sound is my heart making?” His words dive deep into me. “It beats—it beats.” He whispers against my lips, “It beats in equal time with mine.” He kisses me, raw and smooth sentiments cutting and flowing through us. We never leave for our closet, to the darkest, dimmest depths. We kiss in the open, with nothing but his hand as the sole barrier between our children and us. He breathes assuredness and self-belief, filling me completely. This is not our worst.