Unloved

by Katy Regnery

offer her the flowers. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you.” She leans down to smell them, then looks up at me with sparkling eyes and upturned lips. Aw, Brynn, Brynn, how I love you.

“You are . . .,” he murmurs breathily, moving his hips up experimentally as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, “the greatest . . . treasure . . . of my entire life.”

This woman, my wife, gave me back my life, and in her body she grows a life that is half her and half me. Together, they are the miracle I longed for, but never thought I could have, and my heart stutters at the thought of anything happening to them. I will protect them and cherish them until the light fades from my soul. I will never, ever take them for granted. I will live my life in reverence and thanks.