“Okay,” she agrees.
Then her features soften into something more serious. She leans in and kisses me. I slide my hands into her hair and kiss her back. My hand slides down from her shoulder and cups her beautiful backside, bringing her back to me.
She leans back, eyebrows shooting up. “Again?”
I pretend to think about it. “You know how I feel about frequent testing.”
“We must make sure results are consistent.”
“To science,” I say as I roll on top of her. She giggles as I settle gently onto her softness.
This is what life is about. Everything is about this tiny moment. Millions of years, millions of timelines and universes, but I’m lucky enough to get Julia. It’s a miracle of life. She’s a miracle.
I can never lose her.
