In His Arms

I'm not sure if it's because we have the girls in the house now or not, but it appears NYEBoy and I are a bit more affectionate towards each other. He's been coming upstairs to watch the Big Brother feeds with me in my office for hours at night after the girls have gone to bed. We talk about what's going on in the game or things going on in life. Some time around four or five, we'll crawl into bed quietly as to not wake A, who sleeps in a toddler bed beside ours. We just lay there, he and I, talking about the day or even our future, our future together.

I'll lay in his left arm, with my head on his shoulder. Sometimes I'll place my left hand around his stomach, other times I just lay there as he is my protector. Sometimes he'll rub my left arm with his left hand, other times he'll play with my hair. Sometimes he pulls me closer to kiss my forehead, other times I'll lean up to kiss his lips. Sometimes we make out. Sometimes making out leads to making love, sometimes it doesn't. When we're ready to go to sleep, just before the darkness fades into light, we'll both roll over with me in his arms.

Being in his arms is the most wonderful place to be. I feel safe. I feel loved.