Her favorite thing about him was his hands. The hands that had killed. The ones that had fought so intensely and had scars to prove it.

But they were the hands that held her. Caressed her in all the right places. Brought comfort to her in the simplest of ways. Those hands were the first things she sought after a rough day. They wrapped around her waist perfectly. And she loved them.

His favorite thing about her was her mouth.

Her mood was based on how the curve of her lips went. Whether she was happy, or upset, he found peace when he looked at them.

He especially liked them for the sole purpose of her kisses. The way he would kiss her and those beautiful lips would form a small "o" as she gasped against his own lips.

But as they tallied off their favorite things, one thing was in common between them.

They both loved loving one another.

Although he would never admit to such a thing besides her, the man was utterly in love with the woman who kept himself together.

They sacrificed a lot for each other over the years. But he could never give her what she gave up. Her sight in her left eye.

He knew she understood how much it meant to him, that she sacrificed something so dear to her for him. So he decided to appreciate her. In his own way.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight then the naked, blushing woman laying on his bed. It only fueled his intentions to give her what she deserves.

A passionate night with her lover. Her best friend. Her partner.

Although this scene was familiar to her, Marie was still the blushing virgin she always was. His gentle kisses along her neck and shoulders caused her to moan softly into his ear as he gripped her hips tightly.

He made love to her. Again. And again. Right until dawn began to rise.

Her lips pressed a lazy kiss to his neck as his hands roamed over her body, pulling her close to him. Her moans from their activites still rang pleasently through his head, as did the way his hands moved almost expertly across her body in hers.

They favorited each other in more ways than one.

And as his hand ghosted over to rest on her flat stomach, they both came to a subconscious agreement that their child will be their most favorite thing of all between them.