Melanie’s eyes fluttered open.
She lay in bed for a few moments, letting her eyes adjust to the light as the warm glow of the morning sun washed over her face. Good morning, Christian. She smiled sadly to herself as she thought her brief morning prayer. I miss you.
The woman rolled onto her side, looking over at the handsome, sleeping face beside her. A comforting warmth washed over her entire body at the sight, and this time, it did not come from the sun.
Though it was only two or three days a week, every morning she woke up with Lucas beside her felt like a dream. Melanie had never imagined she could love anyone as much as she’d loved her husband. But every time she looked at Lucas’ sleeping face and felt the comforting warmth of him lying beside her, she knew just how wrong she’d been.
Melanie sat up with a small yawn, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. It had been so hard at first, when she’d finally admitted her feelings for Lucas. It felt like a betrayal. Like an ending. Like she would have to leave the memories of those beautiful, blissful years she’d spent with the love of her life behind her.
But she soon learned that was not the case. Lucas was so supportive and understanding – never bothered when she reminisced or shared a story about Christian, always willing to visit the churchyard with her to put flowers on his grave, never judgmental or jealous when a thought or a memory became too painful and the tears came. It made her love Lucas even more, and helped her to realize that, despite her initial doubt, maybe it was possible to have more than one ‘love of your life’…
Melanie walked around to the other side of the bed, smiling to herself. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” She said softly, nudging him gently.
“Hmmm?” Lucas muttered. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times. He sat up for a moment, looking around groggily. “How is it morning already?” Lucas groaned.
Melanie giggled as he flopped back against the pillow, closing his eyes once more. She sat down on his side of the bed, turning to face him. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news… But I’ve gotta work early today… That was the compromise, remember? So I could have tonight off.”
Lucas sighed, finally opening his eyes. “I remember.” He reached for her wrist gently, tugging softly. “But, uh, speaking of tonight…” He said playfully. “Why don’t we start celebrating a little early?”
Melanie looked at him intently, sighing softly. Argh! He knows how much that look gets me! She thought to herself, amused. It was so tempting… But she really did have to get to work. She was lucky her boss had allowed her to take the earlier shift at all – being late would certainly hurt her chances of asking again in the future…
She shook her head. “So tempting… but no.” His face fell at her words, but she smiled gently. “Hey, we’ll have all night. Save it for then, mister.” Her smile turned into a slight smirk.
“Okay, okay. You win.” Lucas sat up with a groan, carefully swinging his legs around Melanie and sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. “A whole year, huh?”
She nodded. “I know… It’s a wonder you haven’t gotten sick of me yet!” Melanie chuckled to herself.
“Never.” Lucas smiled, drawing closer to her. “Happy Anniversary.”