One year later, Owen

"Lie to me," I said.

"I hate you," Luke said, and he chuckled.

I snuggled up next to him, feeling his warmth. "I love you, " I said, smiling.

It was a bright sunny morning, today marks 5 years of marriage. Mattias rushed in, now 5 years old, and hopped into bed with us. He snuggled himself up in between us, and we both laughed lightly. I kissed Mattias's cheek, and then kissed Luke. We all snuggled together, unbelievably happy.

I forgive you.

Luke

"Daddy, can we get a puppy? Or a kitty!" He asked, hyperactively as always. I was reading in a chair while he was playing with some toys. "No sweety, I'm sorry."

Owen came over and whispered in my ear. "Please daddy?" I went bright red. "Okay, we'll go to the shelter tomorrow," I said. Owen smirked.

"I love you, Owen," I said and looked at my husband. "I love you too, Luke, " he said, his eyes twinkling. I laughed a bit and hugged him close to me, happier than ever before.

I've been forgiven.