To survive

The night was really planned out by my husband. Now we sit in the living area cuddling up and watching a movie. I can't even concentrate on the movie because of our position. My body is so aware of his. That I can not move as much. We are seated on the floor and he is behind me, my back to his chest and his hands are loosely wrapped around my body. His heart is the only sound my ears can concentrate on. The beating is in a regular relaxed pattern not like mine, which makes me pray he can't hear mine the way I hear his. At some point his index finger makes circulation motions on my belly resulting in goosebumps.

If anyone asks me the movie we are seeing, to be really honest I wouldn't know what to say because my whole attention is on how our bodies fit so perfectly.

“What would you like for me to get for you when I get back”. His voice vibrates through me.

“You really don't have to” is my weak response.

“What do you want, little bird”. His voice is more firm.

“Anything is fine”.

“Hm