In the morning, Dean woke up and glanced at Bryana who was still sleeping nearby. He smiled at his wife who always looked beautiful in his eyes. Whether sleeping, angry, or smiling, always looks charming to him. the man touched his wife's lips until he felt every curve that was perfectly formed on her face.
"I never thought that the second love that God gave was so perfect. How lucky I was," whispered Dean.
"Eghh." Bryana stretched and opened her eyes. She glanced at Dean who smiled at her, then smiled back. "Why look at me like that?"
"Because you're so beautiful," Dean replied, still smiling warmly.
Bryan blushed. She also buried her face in Dean's arms, saying, "Stop praising me. I'm afraid to fly and can't get down again."
"I'll pick you up to come down, take you to a bed full of roses and white curtains that will be a silent witness to our love," said Dean, then kissed Bryana's forehead.
