Luckily Maxine was fine and safe now. It took him a lot of patience to keep his sanity intact despite all the chaos that happened. And now they were sleeping next to each other with her head resting on his chest. Stanley gazed lovingly at his wife and smiled contently. Using his thumb, he caressed the side of her face, mesmerizing by her eccentric beauty. He was one lucky bastard for having such a wonderful woman in this crazy world, he thought. He was taking his time gazing at her when suddenly memories from the incident came rushing like waterfalls. He loved her so much that it hurts. He would not let it happen; not under his watch again. With that in mind, Stanley pulled her closer to him before dropping a gentle kiss against her forehead.
"Love you, honey," Maxine murmured in her
