(Just a heads up. This one is more romance than anything.)
I usually start every chapter with some exceptions talking about some of the good things about Marcie. That's just me showing the world how wonderful my wife is. One of the things she has in common with my late wife is that they both make me a better man. Missy, my late wife, was a strong encouraging presence in my life. She was headstrong enough to push back when I was too much, but tender enough to allow me to be close to her. It still haunts me the way she held back on her diagnosis just because I felt like we had an open enough relationship where she would not have been afraid to tell me. I do not fault her for it because I am a driven individual. Still, Missy always has a place in my heart and there is always a reminder of her in some form or fashion.
Marcie is also headstrong. The main difference between her and Missy is that she was in a forty-year marriage to her husband. This made her more self-reliant. This made her more careful in certain things as they grew together before his diagnosis. Like Missy, Mitchell did not immediately share his diagnosis with Marcie because he was afraid that she would leave. The last year with him was a mixture of making him as comfortable as possible, preparing for after his passing and helping support me with Missy. Marcie is a strong woman to be sure.
In the last few years, she has learned that she can be vulnerable around me just as much as I can be vulnerable around her. Her days when the bubble came up spur me into action to do what I need to guide her back without being too pushy. My depression episodes spur her into action as well, especially when the things Missy taught her come into play. We are the chief support system for each other.
It was a normal day at home. As Missy played on her tablet, I was looking at my emails regarding different things. It was then I noticed the day outside. I logged off my laptop and set it on the coffee table before looking at Marcie. It took a few moments before Marcie felt my loving eyes on me. She noticed my laptop was no longer in my lap before she smiled at me.
"What's on your mind, Leo?" she asked.
"Do you remember my birthday a few years ago?"
She paused for a bit.
"It's coming up soon. I knew that."