When you’re asleep, or cooking, or fussing at one of my babies, I take a minute and I look at you. Then, I touch you, and like fucking magic, whatever the problem was is gone. I find so much clarity when I look at you. The thought of not being able to look at you…” Ethic blew out a heavy breath and rubbed both hands down his wavy head. “The shit has been a privilege, Lenika. Loving you. A fucking honor, yo,” he said.
