He opened it and pulled out two pillows. One was lavender and gray, the other was a darker purple and yellow.
His lips curved. “Some color for the living room?”
She sniffed and swiped away residual tears. “Yes. God, you need some color in here, Nathan.”
He laughed. “Thank you. They’re perfect.”
He set the pillows back in the bag, then kissed her. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m so not.”
“Then you’re perfect for me.”
She felt serious for a moment. “I promise to always trust you with what’s on my mind. Even if they’re stupid nonsense thoughts.”
He rubbed her back. “That’s my girl. And I promise to always listen to you, and to tell you what’s on my mind, too. Even if it’s football.”
She laughed. “I love you, Nathan.”
“I love you, too, Mia.”
He kissed her, a deep soulful kiss. She felt the love in his kiss and she knew they were going to be all right.