Page 193 of Clinically Bewitched
“You were scared.”
“I was terrified.”
“And now?”
He looked at me, and his eyes were soft with emotion. “Now I’m grateful. For every single chaotic, unplanned, cosmic moment that led us here.”
My eyes filled with tears. “Julien Darcy, are you having another spiritual awakening?”
“I’m having a moment of clarity.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“It’s really not.”
“It really is.”
He kissed me, soft and sweet and full of love. “I love you, Athena Darcy.”
“I love you too.”
“Even though I still make spreadsheets?”
“Especially because you still make spreadsheets.” I smiled. “But only for the important things now.”
“Only for the important things,” he agreed.
“Like birthdays.”
“And anniversaries.”
“And the day we met.”
“The day everything changed,” he corrected.
“Same thing.”
“Not quite. The day we met was just the beginning. Everything changed over time. Gradually. Through every argument and compromise and moment of understanding.”
I rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re getting very philosophical in your old age.”
“I’m thirty-seven.”
“Ancient.”
“You’re thirty-three.”
“Practically a baby.”
He laughed and pulled me closer. “What are you thinking about?”
“The universe.”
“Of course you are.”
“I’m thinking about how it brought us together. How it knew, even when we didn’t, that we were meant for this.”
“For chaos?”
