Giggling, I kissed his lips. “Five. Don’t forget your wife.”

He sighed. “We’re going to need more space. And I’m going to need a bigger swear jar.”

“Relax, babe. It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

“We’ve got each other.” He pulled me close again, burying his face in my hair. “And it’s only going to get better.”

The End