Thank you" Tom said as he stroked his wife's hair. Sybil slightly raised her head off his chest and asked "For what"?
"For being here with me. Here and now, when you could be anywhere else in the world."
"Well you do make stirring company." Her words made him grin.
She replied "And I thank you for accepting me, all of me, warts and all, when I couldn't accept myself."
"You have no warts."
"Don't ruin this, Mr. Branson."
"Beg your pardon, Mrs. Branson." He bent his head slightly and kissed her lips, soft and moist like always.
"I love you, darlin'".
She rested her head again on his chest and drifted off. She didn't say the words back. He knew she didn't have to.