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Thank You, God.
I pull my knees up under my chin and just try to breathe and soak everything in.
The crisp afternoon breeze playing against my skin.
The woodsy scent of the trees that tower around me.
The tranquil sound of running water from a nearby brook.
Everything's a blessing.
Everything.
But some are greater blessings than others, and one such gift is him.
A smile curves over my lips as I watch my husband trek the winding path that leads up to where I'm currently resting. His powerful long-legged strides make it look quick and ridiculously easy, and Lorenzo's able to conquer in mere seconds what took me a good five minutes to traverse.
I look up as he looms over me, and I just can't help it.
If Hollywood has The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, my husband is The Prince Formerly Known as Beast—-
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
An exasperated expression crosses over my husband's gorgeous features. "We both know what you're thinking."
I can no longer keep myself from giggling even as my heart feels like it's about to explode with happiness. While I absolutely love how we're able to read each other's minds, what I love even more is how silence is no longer my husband's refuge.
"I love you, Renzo."
The words slip out unplanned, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, they tend to happen about twenty times a day. I can't seem to help it. There are just moments like this, and I only have to see him or even just think of him, and I have to say it.
"I love you so much."
Color darkens his high-boned cheeks as my husband stares at me, and I'm torn between despair and exasperation with myself.
I'm so sorry, God.
Because I'm clearly still a work in progress, with how a certain green-eyed monster starts looking around suspiciously as soon as I see my husband blush.
Lorenzo folds his length and sits next to me on the picnic blanket. Just being close to him makes my toes curl, but...it's not enough.
"I don't think I'll ever change," I say mournfully. Never ever have I imagined myself capable of such possessiveness and jealousy, and it's honestly starting to worry me.
"Is there something I can do?" Lorenzo asks seriously.
"Yes," I say just as seriously.
"Tell me."
"Be less perfect."
He stares at me.
Oh no.
"Please don't—-"
