He smiles as he watches her, thinking how much of a lucky bastard he is that she said yes to him when he proposed.
“What are you thinking?” she asks him as she turns her head towards him, catching him off guard, making his breath slightly hitch – with the beatific grin she has on her lips.
“How lucky I am that you are mine,” he replies softly, honestly – showing her his infamous bedimpled smile.
She smiles wider as she scoots closer to him, wraps her slender arms around his neck and plants a kiss on his lips.
“I am luckier because I have you.”
He savors her kisses as he closes his eyes, pulling her closer so he feels the beating of her heart against his.
Yes, he’s one lucky bastard indeed.
Ruth Medina-Ilasco 