I nod and go quiet at that, sliding and shuffling under the covers and letting the whisper of blankets comfort me as I wait for him. I sit up and wait to coax him down with me, wanting to feel him as close as he gets and not let him go. If that means I don't say a word, I won't. Not outside the needy blessings I want to rain down on him.

"You look so good," I praise quietly, a slight choke in my voice yet.