My Husband Left His Apple Watch on the Charger—Then a Message Popped Up Saying, “Last Night Was Perfect.” That Morning, I Quietly Followed Him

By the third, they were both laughing too hard to care.

“I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

I slipped my hand into Cameron’s.

“Next time,” I whispered, “if you’re protecting someone’s hope, tell me that’s what you’re doing.”

He looked at me.

“I will.”

“And next time,” he said, squeezing my hand, “I’ll remember yours comes first.”