"Charlotte."
Justin Battleson brought Charlotte Thompson to the bed and then knelt on one knee in front of the bed, looking up at her.
"Thank you."
Justin whispered softly, "Thank you for staying by my side, and thank you for bringing these lovely children into my life."
Even after many years, Justin Battleson felt an added sense of gratitude when he looked at Charlotte Thompson beside him.
Thankfully, he had not chosen to let go of Charlotte's hand back then.
And thankfully, his dreadful self had not tired Charlotte out.
Justin Battleson realized he was a greedy person.
He did not want to miss a thing about Charlotte.
"When did Mr. Battleson become so sentimental?" Upon hearing Justin's words, Charlotte's eyes sparkled as her fingertips glided slowly across the palm of his hand.
"Because it's about you."
Justin lifted Charlotte's hand and pressed it against his cheek, his eyes sincere and clear.
