“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted.
 
 “Why?” I asked.
 
 “Because I have never been mad at you,” he responded.
 
 “Okay, well, did I disappoint…”
 
 “Nope, same answer, you’ve never disappointed me,” he said sharply.
 
 “Never, not once?” I asked, excitedly.
 
 “Not one time Baby Girl,” he responded.
 
 I felt warm inside. I hugged him and held him tight. I had so much to say. So much to tell him. I held him in my arms. He held me, his hands sliding up and down my back slowly, pulling me closer to him.
 
 Love that is developed….