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He knows her almost as well as he knows himself but he could never tire of watching her. He loves how she never let anything bother her and the effortless way she deals with any obstacles. He loves how she understands him and doesn't question what he does. He loves watching her play and sing to her nieces, nephews and cousins, her voice soft and her face lighting up with each word that passes her lips. He loves when she sings a completely different song, her body moving beneath his, her hands clenching on his shoulders as she throws her head back. But what he loves most about her is when she nuzzles her face into his neck or shoulder, or wherever she chooses at that moment and murmurs that she loves him against his skin and knowing that she means it.
She loves the way his dark eyes follow her around, constantly watching every move she makes. She loves the way he pulls her closer when she sings to him in a whisper, tangling his fingers in her hair. She loves the way that he plays with the children in her family knowing that she probably wouldn't love him as she does if he didn't. She loves how she knows all she has to do is say the word and he'd do anything she asks him even though the most she'll ever ask of him is for him to stay. She loves how he has seen her at her worst and he still stays. But what she loves most about him is how he wraps his arms around her from behind, his mouth fitting to the place where her shoulder meets her neck and marks her as his in a way that everyone can see.
But mostly they just love each other.