I stared at him in silence.
Then, without realizing it, I smiled. "Okay," I said quietly. "One day at a time… till the day we die."
His gaze darkened. He cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine again, deeper this time. The kiss carried warmth, promise, and a quiet determination that wrapped around my heart.
He wasn't just kissing me; he was sealing our words as a promise. Against my lips, he whispered, "Till the day we die."
From that moment on, I knew something had quietly but irrevocably changed. There was no contract anymore. No pretend wife, no acting for appearances. We were stepping willingly into the reality of what we were becoming.
I was his wife. He was my husband. And just like he said, we would take each day as it came. Strangely, it felt far more fulfilling than any grand love words or dramatic promises.
