Something soft moved my hand and my eyes opened slowly. I turned to the left and looked at the clock. It's 7 am, way too early to be awake on a weekend. I blew the hair off my face and turned my head to the right. He was there, his face looking at my direction. His eyes were closed and he looked content, like he belonged there. Then I realized his left hand was on mine. I sat up slowly and took his hand in my two hands. I used my finger to trace around his ring finger and stroked his hand slowly with my thumb.

I looked at his face. He looked so peaceful, sleeping. Do I dare touch him? I reached out my hand and touched his face. His face felt warm against my skin. His eyes still closed and his lips were shut. As I looked at his face, I remembered how my heart raced when he smiled and I know he's mine.

I remembered how his face lit up when I walked towards him and how he took my hand in his as we stood in front of everyone and proclaimed our love to the world. His eyes were looking at me like I was something he waited for his whole life. He had that little excited twinkle when he leaned forward and set his lips on mine.

How I missed those beautiful brown eyes, my heart ached suddenly. I leaned forward and kissed the side of his lips softly. I was surprised when I heard a low grunt from within him. I pulled back; afraid that I might have disturbed his sleep. His eyes opened and fluttered for a while before his lips curled into a smile.

"Sorry I woke you up" I looked into his eyes. Those brown eyes.

"If I didn't open my eyes, were you planning to molest me all over?" he teased.

His dimple showed when he smiled and I blushed to realize that he was awake all along.

"I thought you were asleep" I reached out to touch his fringe.

My hand trailed down to touch his face again and he kissed the inside of my wrist. He nestled his cheek against my hand for a while and closed his eyes. He was still for a moment and I wondered if he fell asleep again. He had my hand in his and his lips was still curled up with a smile.

I leaned forward and nibbled softly on his earlobe, taking in his manly scent. The end of my hair touched his neck and he dropped my hand to touch my hair. I smiled against his ear as I brought my lips down to leave little trails of kisses on his subtle chin.

It happened in an instant; he turned his face down and caught my lips on his. His lips were soft on mine and it felt just right. His hands were all over the place suddenly as he got on top of me, his right arm propping him up and his other hand running through my hair.

I gasped softly and opened my eyes to look at him. It was that look, the same look which spoke to me, telling me that I'm the one he has been waiting for. The one who I want to spend my life with.

"I love you" he smiled and his dimple deepened.

"I love you" I managed to whisper before his arm rest on my waist.

He leaned down and kissed me again.

It's true. I never loved anyone more than him, my husband, my love, my life.