I never thought I could be closer to him than I was now. Just lying here, holding him in my arms. Quatre. My little angel. He stirred slightly in bed, and I pulled him closer. He snuggled up against my bare chest, and my arms tightened around him.

"Mmm.. Trowa," he murmured.

I kissed his forehead softly.

"Good morning, little one," I said. "How did you sleep?"

"Just fine. I always.." He trailed off, tracing a finger down the side of my face.

"Always what?" I asked softly, shivering at his light touch.

"Always wanted to wake up in your arms." I smiled at him and kissed his cheek, savoring his love.

In my heart, and deep within my soul, I knew I'd made the right choice.