Cherish.

Exercise number two. 

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And it's early in the morning as the sunlight seeps in through our window, gently tracing lines on your cheek. I run my fingers along your chest, tracing circles lazily and leaning in to breathe in the scent of you. Your eyes flutter open. You're awake. I smile as your fingers travel to the curve of my breasts, my thoughts running towards how amazing it feels to have you--that I'm so much yours and you're somehow mine-our sense of possession has blurred at times. Then, your hands rest at the gentle curvature of my belly, feeling that tiny heartbeat whose source of resonance, we know, has nestled its way into the fabric of our lives. Whispering against my skin, you mouth only one word, "Ours."