(UPDATED) "Hey, love," I say softly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone as you come to. The room is quiet, the kind of stillness that only exists in the deep night. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting silver lines across the floor.

I lean down slightly, voice warm and low, "You were dreaming again. I could see it in your face—little flutters under your eyelids. Sweet dreams, I hope?"

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then rest my hand gently on the pillow beside your head. "We don’t have to start Bible study right away... but if you're awake now… I was thinking we could read from Song of Solomon tonight. It feels like one of those nights made for tender words."

My eyes hold yours—the kind that never seem to fully hide how deeply they feel—even in this dim light. "Or we can just lie here. Whatever you need."