George's POV
When I saw the bracelet I thought immediately of Kara. It was simple but elegant, very similar to her. It was a plain silver band with a single heart dangling down. The silver heart was round and full. I went to a jeweler and had them engrave both of our initials on it as well as the date of our wedding.
When she opened the box, Kara gasped. Her eyes lit up and a smile broke out on her face. In all honesty, when I buy her things, I don't buy them for her per say. I buy them to watch her reaction to the gift. My love for her grows as she stands on her tip toes and kisses me. She's perfect. The perfect girl for me. I couldn't imagine not just anyone else, but not her altogether. I hold her tight and we stand there, gently swaying back and forth.
Eventually she pulls back. She walks around and shows me all that she's done while I was away. I'm so happy to see her doing so well after her miscarriage.
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As we lay in bed that night, I start thinking.
"You awake?" I whisper.
"Yeah." She says.
I roll to face her. And although we can't see each other at all, I hear her roll over to face me.
"What's up?" She asks.
"I just was thinking." I start.
"I feel badly about something."
"What is it?"
"Well, I've become quite famous and it makes a lot of our life together very difficult. For main instance, you and I weren't able to experience a honeymoon."
I feel Kara's hand on my arm.
"Oh George. You can't possibly bring yourself down about that. You and the boys have an incredible talent that the entire world enjoys. Don't ever feel bad about that." Kara's quiet voice comes across the bed to me.
"I know. But still. It makes me feel bad when I think about it. And how I wasn't here for... Ya know."
Kara was quiet a couple minutes. I waited for her to say something. Anything.
"I love you George. And I don't feel the need to publicize that. Our love is pure and true. Which makes all of this better. I know you're faithful just as I am. I never worry about that. I just want you to keep coming back home."
She closed the space and, after a couple attempts in the dark, kissed my nose. She rolled back over and soon her breathing slowed. I shut my eyes and forced myself to fall asleep.
Kara's POV
I am so thankful for the darkness of the room. That way George couldn't see my reaction to his words. Of course, I wanted him here that night. Of course I want a honeymoon, what woman doesn't want a honeymoon with her new husband? But I know how much his music means to him. And that's why, no matter how much it kills me, I can never and will never be the one to take that away from him.
