The past few months had been exhausting for Kenna and Bash. Their daughter, Cosette, had been born and although they love her with all their hearts, she had not yet slept through the night and was up every two to three hours. Kenna fed her and admired Bash very much for changing diapers and then went out to work in the fields and tend to the horses. One peaceful night when Cosette was laying on her father's bare chest, sucking on her pacifier. Bash planted a kiss on her brunette head and smiled at his wife.
"Thank you," he said simply, looking at Cosette.
"For what?" Kenna asked.
"For Cossete. For staying, For loving me in this awful situation."
Kenna giggled and carefully climbed into bed next to her husband and daughter. "You're being silly; you don't need to thank me."
"How about this? I love you."
"I love you more."
"That's impossible."
"I'll let you think that," she kissed his cheek.
He kissed hers and then Cosette's head. "She's incredible, isn't she?"
"She is. She's beautiful."
"She gets it from her mother."
"No, her mother is fat."
"Stop that," Bash said as he kissed her. "I for one like the little extra weight. You were too skinny before."
"You're supposed to say that. You're my husband."
"You know I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it."
"True; you're cheeky."
"Shut up," he smiled.
"Never," she smiled back and kissed him while Cosette cooed.
"I love you."
"I love you more."