Forever Hold Your Peace

My Husband

We both shower, this time separately in an effort to wash all the sand out of our hair and off our skin.

I throw on Elliot's old sweatshirt with leggings and thick socks after my shower, leaving my hair down. Despite the shower and the layers of clothing I can't seem to get warm.

I walk out into the living room and see Elliot watching baseball in a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt. I sit in his lap, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

"My husband..."  I whisper softly, kissing his jaw again.

I rest my head on his chest, glancing at the baseball game on the TV, before looking back up at him. I can't believe he is my husband.

He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back with his left hand.

"You alright?" He asks, looking down at me.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask.

"You're curled up in a ball in my lap." He says.

"I'm fine." I say with a soft smile, "I'm actually really happy, and I'm finally warm." I say cuddling closer to him.

"So you're using me for heat?" He asks laughing. "Do you want a blanket?"

"No." I say, "I'm good."

He pulls his arms around me again.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asks.

"I don't really care." I say shrugging. "I don't want to be the one to make it."

"How about Chinese?" He asks with a chuckle, reaching for his phone, "Best Chinese you'll ever have is about a mile away and delivers."

"Nothing's better than our place." I say.

"That's the best Chinese food in New York." He says, "This is the best Chinese food ever."

"You'll see." He says.

"You don't give up on anything do you?" I ask.

He just laughs.

He orders the food and tosses his phone onto the other couch. I lean up, caressing his cheek and kiss him. I turn around, straddling him, and run my fingers through his hair as he cups my face with both his hands kissing me.

He stands up as I stumble backwards only to catch me by my waist and then lift me up while my legs wrap around him.

We make our way down the hallway, bumping into several walls and finally tumble into the bed.

45 minutes later Elliot was attempting to pull on sweats quickly so he could answer the door while I was laughing at him tripping all over the bedroom.

Elliot finally gets his pants on and he runs for the door.

I tuck the sheet under my arms to cover myself, letting it pool behind my lower back as Elliot brings the food back.

He leans forward kissing me before he hands me a carton of chow mien.

We eat dinner in bed, and I laugh at him while he tells me a story about the last time he was here with his brothers.

"They'd like you." He says, "They're a lot, but I want you to meet them."

"They're your family, Elliot." I say, leaning forward to kiss him, "I'd love to meet them."

Elliot cleans up dinner and as I watch him I know that I've never been this happy before. It scares me, but it also makes me hopeful for the future we'll have together. We're just getting started.