He kissed her softly. “Sometimes I imagine rewriting that contract.”
“And what would it say?” she asked.
“It would say that I promise to love and choose you every day for the rest of my life,” he answered.
She rested her head against him again. “We do not need paper for that.”
“No,” he said, watching their children laugh in the fading light. “We live it every day.”
What started as sacrifice became partnership, then love, then family. It was not perfect, and it did not begin beautifully, but it was real, strong, and entirely theirs.
