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“Erik dear,” my wife murmured from where she lay against my chest. “Will you grab us another blanket?”
I lifted my head up, considering. All in all, I was already quite warm. I was piled upon a plethora of pillows, each one fluffier than the last, and I had my darling Christine with me at my side. The fire was crackling, and the fortress of blankets we had built around us erased any cold winter air that may have seeped into our domain.
Of course, if Christine should ask me to something, anything, I will fulfill her wishes, as I am her obedient servant.
Christine’s blue eyes dazzled at me, my horrible mask less face, and I could only smile widely. “Of course, beloved,” I said to her as I kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
With great strength, I left our cozy little nest, and I went into a spare closet with ease, picking out another quilt. Upon returning, I could only take in the sight Christine made. Her, under our blankets and pillows, resting and waiting for me to return. It was like any sparse joy I have felt in my life, pre- Christine, was nothing but numbness. I know what real happiness is like now, it is my girl intertwined with myself, sharing and basking in each others heat, warm and comfortable, and in love.