The launch party had been a successful one. It was Sunday and we were going together as a family to Washington.
I sat in the passenger seat watching my husband with a small smile playing on my lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He surprised me by asking. I wasn't thinking he would have noticed.
I looked away and focused on the road, pulling my smile into a smirk. "What? Can't I get a great look at my husband in peace?" I teased.
"You can but I'm an old man," he added the latter words in quotes just to mock my words as I constantly referred to him as an old man.
"You look great." I said in a simple compliment. It was true that he looked great but there was more to my stare. I watched his every perfect feature and wondered what it would be to me if I lost him to someone els
