Her eyes tilted up to her husband's warm brown ones. "Look at our little birds," she said, indicating her children playing happily around them.
"They are my pride," he told her softly. "I am a fortunate man. I have my nestlings, a comfortable home, and you, my clever Aly, from whom I can always count on for a jest."
Her knees felt weak, and she smiled widely. The fire on the hearth crackled, and she breathed the woodsy scent. White covers enveloped them both, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
She would never admit her loss of words.