Love story

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"Spencer talk to me," I could hear the anxiousness in Toby's voice and it made me want to roll over and hug him but instead I shrugged his hand off my shoulder when he tried to hug me. It was late, we were lying beside each other in our bed and I hadn't spoken one word to him since he told me about his job in Florida. Thoughts and worries were swirling through my head. "Spencer please, talk to me."
"You know what Toby?" I said sitting up in bed and turning on the lamp at my bedside. "You have put me in such a horrible position. Because I'm either the idiot who gives up everything she has and loves and everything her daughter has and loves for one guy or I'm the awful wife who would rather keep her job and a couple of friends than her husband."
"I know Spencer I'm so sorry. This job though, it's everything I've always wanted and the pay is great and its in a lovely area really close to a preschool for Poppy and the weathers so great in Florida," I saw tears gathering in his cornflour blue eyes, a strand of his hair hung loosely by his eye, "I don't want to loose you," he whispered.

I don't know what came over me in that moment but I leant in and I kissed him, his lips were soft and cool against mine, I felt his tears on my face and then realised that I was crying too. When I pulled away I rested my forehead against his, our noses almost touching.
"I don't want to loose you either," I whispered, turning off the light.

And I honestly don't know how long we sat there in the dark together, our foreheads touching, our warm breath lingering in the air between us.
Me an Toby.
All of our problems behind us.
All of our future ahead of us.