He happened to be there.

So he stayed.

Sometimes that is what love looks like.

Not grand speeches.

Not perfect decisions.

Sometimes it is driving to a pet store at nine-thirty at night.

Setting an alarm every two hours.

Sleeping in the back seat of a car.

Leaving detailed feeding instructions on a kitchen counter.

And learning that the person beside you should have been trusted with the difficult thing from the beginning.

I went back upstairs.

David was still sleeping.

I returned to my side of the bed.

He remained on his.

Downstairs, Scout slept safely in her box.

She wouldn’t always be that tiny.

Soon she would grow strong enough that she wouldn’t need someone waking at four in the morning to feed her.

But that night, she was still small.

And we were there.

Together.

For that moment, it was enough.

Maybe that was the whole point.

Sometimes being there is everything.

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