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When Abigail falls on their walk down to the creek, Sadie doesn't hesitate to just pick her up, holding her bridal style. It reminds her how John carried her after they were married. It takes her breath away.
"Didn't expect you to carry me," Abigail says, hand on Sadie's shoulder to steady herself.
And when Abigail looks up into Sadie's face, she sees nothing but devotion there.
"I want my picnic," Sadie explains, her smile and voice as warm as the sun beating down on them.
Abigail wishes it could be like this all the time, that John could watch the kid and she was just free to frolic and love Sadie Adler forever. But it isn't. They get these snippets, these little stolen moments, carved out for them by the people who love them most.
She can't help it. She leans up to kiss Sadie.
"What was that for?" Sadie asks, her eyes fluttering back open from the kiss.
"I just," Abigail starts, overcome. "I love you."
This is the first time she's ever said it, but she knows it's true. The words have slid out and they're true. She loves her husband, her kid, but she loves Sadie too. It's all true.
"I…I love you too, Abigail."
There's a sadness there, and Abigail gets it. Sadie doesn't get her fully, will never have her fully. This is all they'll ever have. And maybe it's enough, maybe it'll never be enough. But it's what they have.
Abigail leans up to kiss her one more time before they find their spot to have their picnic.