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She gave him a small grin. “Thank you.”
“Does it make you happy that I’m happy that I’m your best friend?”
He tensed instantly when she started singing, glancing at her nervously.
“Right, right. What do we do?”
He looked down at her for a moment before kissing her forehead lightly. “Well,” he said quietly... “that’s good.”
“Trust me,” she said quietly, turning his wedding ring on his finger.
She considered him with a small grin. “It does, weirdly enough.”
He fell silent again, looking at the ground.
“You’re probably right.”
“Is it? You aren’t feeling awkward?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
“Yeah. I’m your best friend and that makes you happy.”
“And I’m trying to know that in my head,” he said quietly. “It’s just a little hard to rationalize.”
“Although we have children...”
He laughed in surprise, tapping her cheek warmly. “I can hug you now!”
“You are.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“It’s a little hard to separate them sometimes.”
“Let’s not, then.”
He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her.
