The feeling was unmistakable as well as irreplaceable. My wife and my love, both of them Olivia, beside me in bed.

She was still asleep as the sun peeked through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom.

With gentle kisses, to her eyes and cheeks, I woke her up, Olivia soon returning my affections, like she had the night before.

“Good morning, Mrs. Peterson,” I said, when her eyes opened.

“Good morning, Mr. Peterson,” she replied.

We kissed again ...