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I am already on the threshold that separates the living room and the beginning of the corridor that leads to the rooms when I giggle in response.

"Every man's dream" sigh. "But I confess that this is a gift that only you can give me, Hunt.”

He takes his time to get to me, striving to walk without tripping. Hunter never liked to use his cane, and now I understand why. It must be the impression of not being strong enough for yourself. I don't know if it's something born in his personality, or if he learned to endure pain and difficulties while trying to survive. Maybe he has never been in his full strength, in fact.

"Today is April twenty-six, and we have completed two months of marriage," he announces when he stops next to the couch, facing me. "That's why I wanted something better than sending someone to make a cake. There are too many people knowing about our lives.”

"Taking advantage of the subject you insist on saying "I hold you by the arms and make you sit down. Hunter sinks into