He kissed me softly, and I leaned my head on his shoulder as we watched our son horse around with my sister—the last of my real family, who I’d love forever, no matter what. Because it felt better to rebuild bridges than it did to watch them burn.
Jimmy slipped his arms around me, his hand sliding over my belly.
“Love you,” he breathed into me. “So much.”
“Love you too,” I said, giving it back. “So much.”
I was infused with it, so much love for my Jimmy and this life he and I had built, five minutes at a time.
The End