[George doesn't know what to say to that. He always feels like he's stumbling over words or saying the wrong thing, but he does, on occasion, say something right.
He kisses her instead, and a moment later he's rolled them easy, laying Lucy on her back and beaming down at her.]
You're so beautiful, Lucy. [His smile grows.] My wife.
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He kisses her instead, and a moment later he's rolled them easy, laying Lucy on her back and beaming down at her.]
You're so beautiful, Lucy. [His smile grows.] My wife.