Haven

Chapter Eleven

She was awake.

Andrew was soundly sleeping.

He was handsome.

Life seemed unreal.

Yet, it was true.

She was married to the kindest man. The most handsome man. The gentlest man. The man she loved with her whole heart.

Andrew Quinn.

He was hers.

"Oh, my!" She murmured happily.

She was happier than she thought was possible.

Andrew was hers.

She was his.

And finally.

Finally.

"I love this man, Father." She whispered to God.

She was in awe.

Awe, because of Andrew.

Awe, because of God's hand.

Awe, because of how delightful she felt.

Andrew made her feel like the center of his world.

It blessed her heart to know that he could only love her so dearly because he loved God above all.

Andrew.

Andrew.

Andrew.

She wouldn't let him go if someone pried her hands away.

She loved everything about him.

He made her feel like a cloud, rainbow, and star.

He didn't try to lessen who she was.

He amplified it.

She rested her head on his chest and watched him.

His lashes were blonde.

His eyebrows were light brown.

His nose was cute. Perfect for him.

His lips. She loved his lips.

His beard. His mustache.

She always wanted a hairy husband.

Andrew was perfect.

She hoped that he never shaved.

She admired her husband greatly.

She just wanted to keep him beside her forever.

Her finger trailed over his handsome face.

He was magnificent.

"Bella," He grumbled and took her hand. "Stop."

Isabella's heart fluttered at his voice. She loved it.

"Andrew, no." She countered. "I love your face." She told him happily. "You're handsome. I love you,"

Andrew made her giddy from the heart.

"I love you," She sang while wiggling her hand. "I love you."

He would never grow tired of hearing those words.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Say it again."

Isabella blushed at his demand and simply being with him.

She was wholly his. He was wholly hers.

"Bella."

Isabella hummed absently.