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Elizabeth put her paintbrush down and admired the finished work. She didn't always love what she produced but this was special. It had taken her nearly a month to capture the moment. She kept at it because she wanted this painting to hang in their home, a permanent reminder of their happiness.
Jason entered the breakfast nook turned studio and stared at the canvas. He thought it might be a planet but hadn't asked. He enjoyed her total absorption as it gave him lots of time for his own obsession. She painted. He watched. When she put the brushes away, he pounced. They were both happy.
"It's finished. Take a guess," she encouraged.
He scratched his cheek as he studied it. "It's round."
"Yes, it is. But what do you think it is?" she prodded.
"You know I'm no good at this."
Elizabeth grinned. "I know. It's pretty much the only thing you don't do perfectly."
He rolled his eyes. "Is it a beach ball?"
She choked back laughter. "Really? That's your best guess?"
He shrugged. "Yep."
She motioned him to come closer. "Okay, the background is tan, like it's been out in the sun. Maybe on a bike or outside a coffee warehouse. Then there's all the blue. And see the little bits of white? That's the sparkle, like joy bursting forth. That black in the center? That's a window but it's sorta shaded. Not everyone can see inside but I do. I look through it and I see love and desire and acceptance. I see all my dreams and every single one is coming true."
He saw it and understood. "It's my eye."
She leaned up against his chest and wiggled her left hand. The diamond ring threw prisms of color in the sunlight. "It's the moment you put this on my finger. The happiest moment of my life. I love you."
"I love you," he said as he kissed her. "Elizabeth, being without you nearly killed me. I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you happy."
"It nearly killed us both. Never again," she vowed as her hands slid under his t-shirt. "You're mine, Jason Morgan, and I'm never letting go."
"I don't plan on giving you a reason, Elizabeth Webber," he promised as he helped her lift the shirt over his head. "In fact, I think we should work at not letting go right now."
Elizabeth ran her hand down his bare chest. "I love the way you think."
Jason lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her tongue down his neck as he carried her upstairs. The painting was going to hang over their bed, he decided, but first he had other plans for that particular piece of furniture.
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