Have I Told You Lately?
He turned to her under the blankets at daybreak, and touched her cheek. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
She swatted at him, but grinned as she opened her eyes.
"Yes," she said.
But he continued, "I love you, Elincia," he murmured, "and nobody else. I never have. I never will."
She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingers. "Thank you, Geoffrey," she said softly.
He leaned over to push her hair behind her ears, and then he kissed her forehead. "Happy Birthday," he whispered. "How does it feel to be forty years old?"
"That's not a fair question," she groaned, and hid her face with a pillow.
"And why not? I distinctly remember being asked that question a few years ago."
She peeked out from under the pillow and grinned. "Okay, okay. It feels…the same as thirty-nine. Why, do I look older?"
He pretended to study her face and shook his head, "No older than the day I met you."
"I was a child, then!"
"Fine, fine, no older than the day I married you!"
This is another 'fic for charity for MeasuringLife. Thanks for reading! (Have I Told You Lately That I Love You? is a song written by Van Morrison and commonly sung by Rod Stewart.)