Raphael
I sat on the hospital bed beside her and cupped her face between my hands. “What is it, my duchess? Why are you crying?”
She licked her lips, and like me her voice was also hoarse as she replied, “Because I’m happy.”
I barely paid any attention to Summer as she ushered everyone out of the room as I replied to my beautiful wife, “If you are happy then smile, my tempest, don’t cry. I can’t see your tears.” I wiped her tears and pressed my forehead to hers. “I hate it when you cry.”
She brought her hand to the back of my neck and squeezed me there as she said, “Should I tell you why was I happy? And then you can tell me if happy tears are allowed or not, hmm?”
I kissed her lips softly and murmured against them. “Go on then.”
“First, tell me what you were saying back when we were
