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We plan to revisit the topic of relocating at the end of the week. Both of us are kept busy pretty much all week, but I do spend a lot of time thinking about the topic at hand. And I think I'm confident with my choice in the matter.

As luck would have it, I wake up on Friday feeling pretty terrible. I've felt something coming on for a while, but I dismissed it – it's summer, who gets sick in the summer? Apparently this girl does. I wake up with the sniffles, a throat sore and a pretty bad headache. Alex of course tries to get me to stay home from work. Do I listen to her? No.

Halfway through the day I really wish I would have listened to my wife. My headache just keeps getting worse and worse, until it's to the point where I'm sitting at my desk resting my head in my arms and moaning. It's turning into a migraine, something I haven't had in awhile and haven't missed in the least bit. And I can tell it's going to be a bad one.

I decide to go home early and I shoot Alex a text to let her know she was right, I should have stayed home. I tell her that I feel a migraine coming on and I'm going to bed when I get home, and that I'm sorry we won't be able to go out tonight. We usually always go on a date on Friday nights.

I keep a pair of sunglasses in my car for situations such as these, and I have to wear them on the drive home. It takes longer than usual. Or at least, it seems to. Much to my surprise, Alex does not text me back. Must be a very busy day for her.

It doesn't take me long to get into bed. I let Blaze out, quickly change into my most comfortable pair of pajamas, take some cold medicine for my sore throat and congestion, and then I make the bedroom as dark as possible and slip between the silky covers. I can feel Blaze jump up on the bed, and he makes himself comfortable at my feet. Alex always chases him down off the bed; but he knows he can get away with it with me. Besides, I'm in no condition to argue with a dog.

I had hoped that sleep would find me quickly; it doesn't. I lay there tossing and turning, the pain in my head getting worse and worse. It feels like someone is taking a knife to my skull, and hitting that knife with a hammer. I can usually deal with the pain pretty well, but this is bad. Worse than it's been in a long time. I find myself softly crying into my pillow, willing it to go away.

As the pain in my head gets worse, I become nauseous as well. My stomach does flip-flops and I know it's just a matter of time until I have to leave this warm comfy bed and run to our adjoining bathroom.

And then something amazing happens. I feel the mattress dip down, and suddenly warm and gentle arms are around me. I recognize the perfume, and I instantly know it's Alex. I think I must be dreaming until she softly whispers in my ear, "I got you, baby. You're okay."

I roll over to face her – even though it's too dark to see her – and she immediately pulls me toward her. I rest my head on her chest and she strokes my hair, talking softly to me. It completely relaxes me, as it always does. I can tell that Alex is still in her work clothes and she must know that Blaze is on the bed getting his hair everywhere, but she doesn't seem to care. I'm all that matters to her right now.

I want to ask her when she got home and thank her for being here, but the pain is too bad for me to speak. All I can do is squeeze my eyes shut and focus on Alex's comfort. Nausea hits me again and I know I have to get up. Alex is all too familiar with my bouts with migraines, and is fully prepared. As I start to bolt out of bed, she pulls me back down and grabs the garbage pail by the bed, sitting it in front of me just in time. She holds my hair and rubs my back as I get sick. And when I'm finished, she puts the pail down and hands me a tissue. I wipe my mouth and utter an apology.

"Don't apologize, sweetheart," Alex says softly, easing me back down against her. She holds me tightly and securely, and never once stops rubbing me. It's such a soothing gesture. "I'm so sorry you're sick. I came right home when I saw the text."

I just make a noise in response. Alex knows I'm grateful for her being here. Just her presence makes the pain bearable somehow and I finally drift off to sleep.

When I wake up I notice the room is a little lighter. The lights are still off but I can see light around the curtains. Alex is asleep as well; my head is still resting on her chest and her arms are relaxed around me. My head still hurts, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was. I manage to lift my head and look at the alarm clock; it's seven-twenty in the morning. I slept right through the rest of the evening and all night. And knowing Alex, she didn't leave me once.

I lie back down on Alex and just enjoy this moment. No sense getting up; it's Saturday and neither of us has anywhere to be. I adjust my position so I'm looking down at my beautiful wife and I smile. She's still in her work clothes. She didn't even get out of bed to change. Little gestures like that just make my heart flutter.

Suddenly Alex's eyes open and she's awake, and it actually startles me. She blinks for a few minutes, then sits up and immediately starts to check me over. "You okay? What time is it?"

"Saturday morning," I tell her. "And I'm fine. Headache is hanging on, but I think the migraine cleared up."

Alex smiles at me and the smile goes all the way to her beautiful blue eyes. Her hair is messy and she looks adorably sleepy. "You sound pretty stuffed up. How cute."

I wrinkle my nose at her. "Cute? I'll be blowing my nose all day. Are little wads of tissues all around the couch cute? A red nose like Rudolph? Not being able to breathe through both nostrils? Is that cute?"

Alex smiles again and runs her hand through my hair. "Everything about you is cute. But you need to stop leaving tissues everywhere when you're sick. It's gross, baby."

She always gives me a hard time about this and we always go back and forth. "Oh yeah? Know what's even more gross?" She shakes her head and I kiss her. "The fact that you still let me do this when I'm sick. You're just asking for me to share my germs."

"I don't care if you share them. We can be sick together. That means bed and couch time all weekend. That doesn't sound too bad to me." She picks up my hand. "But I am glad your migraine is gone. I hate seeing you suffer like that."

"I'm glad it's gone too. It was a really, really bad one this time," I tell her truthfully. "I didn't even hear you come home. The next thing I knew, you were in bed with me. You must have been really quiet; Blaze is nearly deaf but he still should have heard you. You must have come in like a stealthy ninja."

"I didn't want to wake you in case you were sleeping," she tells me. "I know how bad your migraines are. I saw your text, and just wanted to be home with you." Her eyes go to Blaze, who is now sitting in the front of the door wagging his tail. Obviously telling us he needs to go out. "I see you were sharing our bed with that dog."

"He knew his mommy didn't feel well," I said in his defense. "And that his other mommy would overlook dog hair in a situation like this."

She smiles again and looks down at the clothes she's wearing. She removes her belt and blouse and lays back down, inviting me to join her again. This time my head rests against her bare chest and I smile. "This is much better."

Alex is stoking my hair. "I thought you might like it. We don't have to get up right now."

We lay in silence for several minutes. My mind wanders over everything that has happened and is going to happen. Our lives together, and how can we really can be happy the rest of our lives. Where we are doesn't matter. What we have doesn't the fact that we have each other; that is what matters.

I think our future is pretty bright. We've had lots of questions from our friends as to why we don't plan on having any kids. Our answer is, because we like our lives the way they are. I finally feel good about myself again, finally feel worthy of Alex. We want to have freedom and not be tied down, and we like it just the two of us. Neither one of us wants kids, and that's fine. It's our lives; not anyone else's. Maybe it's selfish on our part, but we like having each other to ourselves, we value our sleep, and we like being able to work and go out without having to find a babysitter or a nanny. We're dog parents, and that's enough.

"Thank you for being there for me, Alex. I love you so much," I tell my wife. Her love and thoughtfulness has made me realize that our decision should be pretty obvious. She would do anything in the world to make me happy. I need to do anything in the world to make her happy too.

"Of course, baby. I love you too." She stops stroking my hair just long enough to kiss my head.

"You know, Blaze is going to need a friend. He's going to get lonely."

"You want another dog?" Alex asks in surprise.

I sit up and look at her. "Dogs are really the only friends you can have in Washington."

Alex looks at me for several minutes. When she realizes I am giving my blessing on the move, she smiles and sits up. "Really? You want to go?"

I nod and smile. "I do."

I can see tears shining in her eyes as she moves to hug me. "This is going to be so great for both of us, baby. I think it's the right choice."

When we break apart, we intertwine our fingers together. "Why don't we start to look at houses next week? We can start online and find the ones we want, then go look at them. We need a big yard, for the dogs."

Alex smiles. "Dogs, huh? I like how you didn't even wait for me to say yes to that one."

I kiss her cheek. "Because I know you will say yes."

It feels pretty good to have us both be excited about something. I know we made the right choice. This is the first step towards our new future.

What do you think? Is it the right choice? Only about 2 chapters left in this story, so stay on the ride :) Please review and let me know what you think!