His chest heaved up and down with each breath Riggs drew into his lungs. Beads of sweat fell from his his forehead and littered his bare flesh. The sheets tangled around his body and that of his newly wedded wife. As his fingers lazily traced patterns in his lover’s shoulder a stupid grin stretched across his lips. It had not been long ago the pair had reached their twins, and not long before that they had met. It had been an unlikely meeting, but she was a good pilot, and Riggs had needed a pilot desperately. Never once had their future crossed his mind, not the one they were sharing now.
“So when we met that day in that seedy dive bar, did you ever think we were gonna end up here?”
It was far from their first time, the pair had a set of twins already, yet Damon looked up at the ceiling staring at it with a look on his face as though he’d just experienced his first. The smile on his face was cheesy, cheesier than anything he could see, which was good for him. Riggs might have been embarrassed. He rolled his head to the side and looked at his bride. She was likely going to laugh at him, but Riggs did not care at all.
“I love you...”
Edited by Damon Riggs, 11 June 2019 - 09:48 PM.