*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I immediately felt Archie’s presence by my side. One of his arms was lazily hanging over my waist, and I could hear his peaceful breathing behind me.
I closed my eyes again, relishing the feeling of finally having him in the same bed as me while waking up. It felt even better than what I’d dreamed it’d be all these years of marriage.
My mind drifted back to what happened the previous night, and I beamed at myself with the memory. My plan worked. It wasn’t exactly how I had planned it, but it ended up working somehow, so it was a win.
Archie had finally ceded—accepted what we felt for each other. I wouldn’t dare call it love, not on his end anyway. I knew what I felt for him, and if I were honest with myself, I’d call it exactly that. I knew Archie for long enough—and was married to him for long enough—to know what my heart was feeling.