When we break apart, Elliot kisses the top of my head and breathes me in. We’ve been married for almost a decade now, with two kids, two cats, and two dogs. I guess we like things in pairs.
"Are we still doing movie night?" Rachel, our youngest asks. I didn't realize she was up from her nap yet.
“Of course,” Elliot tells her, kneeling down and opening his arms up for our little girl. She gets the cutest little grin on her face as she runs toward him on her tiny legs. He scoops her up and spins her around, making our daughter shriek with laughter. Rachel turned five this year, and she’s looking more and more like her father each day with her green eyes and brown hair.
Charlie comes back into the living room, joining the family. He takes my hand in his, squeezing my fingers as he smiles up at me. With the sound of Rachel and Elliot playing in the background and my son looking at me with all the love in the world, I feel so damn blessed to be right here, right now.
Elliot and I had to endure a lot before we met each other, and together, we’ve done an immense amount of therapy and healing from our pasts. We want to be the absolute best parents we can be, which means dealing with our wounds so we don’t imprint them on our children.
My husband looks over at me, his eyes catching mine. I know he’s thinking the same thing - it was worth all the pain and heartache to get to this perfect moment of pure joy.
THE END
