Fuck.
Fuck, but he loved his wife.
And he missed her great-grandmother.
“Raiden?” she called even though his eyes were locked on her.
“Right here, baby,” he answered quietly.
“I figure she thought she knew something else and I have to know if she was right about that too.”
“What?” he asked.
“Only you can answer,” she told him.
“What is it, honey?”
She gave it to him.
“She knew you’d know nothing sweeter than the love I give to you.”
Jesus, fuck.
“Was she right?” Hanna asked.
Raid held her eyes.
Then he unfolded his body from his chair, taking her in swaying on her porch swing with his son held close to her chest, wrapped up in home, warmth, comfort, nurture.
Love.
He got near and bent deep, put his face close to hers, looked into her pretty blue eyes and curled a hand around the side of her head.
Only then did he reply, “Absolutely.”