I Hold Her

Story ID:	6627
Written by:	Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Story
Location:	Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:	2010
Person:	Ginny

It was Christmas day. I looked at her. Her eyes were glassy. She coughed. I
hugged her. “Baby, are you getting sick?”

She coughed again. “I think I am.”

My arms reached for her.

She leaned into them.

I held her.

That night, I pulled her close. Her body was hot, not with passion, but fever. “I
love you, Gin.”

“I love you more!” She coughed again. “It’s my day!” We have our days when we
can love each other more.

“I love you too, baby.”

That night, the magical night of Christmas, I wrapped my arms around her, and
cuddled her. She was sick, but I didn’t care. She’s my wife.

I write this story and cough. I caught her cold, but I don’t care. She’s my little
girl. She’s my love. No matter what, I hold her.

Michael T. Smith