Micah was still sleeping when David walked into the bedroom. The morning light came soft through the curtains and touched her face. She looked peaceful, hair spread across the pillow, breathing slow and even. David stood there for a moment just watching her. His heart felt heavy and full at the same time.
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down. He kissed her forehead gently, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. Micah stirred and her eyes fluttered open. When she saw him she smiled that small sleepy smile that always made his chest tight.
“Morning,” she whispered, voice soft and warm.
David brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Morning, beautiful.”
She reached up and touched his cheek, fingers tracing the bruise that was already fading. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t yo
