He looked at me, serious. “Still happy you married me?”
I laughed. “Ask me tomorrow. And the next day. And every day after that.”
He kissed my forehead. “Deal.”
In the months that followed, we learned to fight for each other in a hundred small ways, doctor appointments, awkward stares, hard days.
It’s about who keeps showing up, even when it hurts.
He showed up. I did, too. And that was enough.
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