Joan's POV

When I woke up, I was drowsy. It took a few minutes for the thoughts of last night to come back to me. And when they did, I smiled to myself. Arthur had definitely spent some of that time out of the house at the gym. Part of me was sad, however. One amazing night didn't magically make everything perfect. I needed trust, I needed support. I needed… my husband. I turned around- speaking of husband, where the hell was Arthur?

"Breakfast for the most beautiful woman in Virginia- no, the world," I hear Arthur say. I turned back around to see Arthur carrying a breakfast tray. My heart jumped a little. How romantic, and sweet, and thoughtful. I smiled again, even bigger than before. I waited until he put the tray down, then got out of bed and hugged him, not realizing until I was wrapping my arms around him that I was completely naked. He kissed my forehead, noticing me blush. I resisted the urge to jump away when I felt his cotton t-shirt and boxers on my bare skin, instead I held him closer. We broke apart, and he held out my nightgown.

"I would be privileged to eat breakfast with someone so beautiful, but if this would make you more comfortable….," He smiled slyly at me and offered to slip the nightgown over my head.

"Thanks, sweetheart," I said, slipping in to it. I turned around and kissed him again. It felt so…. good. There was really no other way to describe it.

"Orange juice?"

"Actually, Arthur, I wanted to talk to you first," I said nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Me too," he said. Really?, I thought. Arthur wasn't one for long, deep conversations. "What did you want to say?"

"Joan, I love you more than anything in the whole world. You are my world. I want you to know you can trust me, and I would never do anything to hurt you. I never let it show, but these past few months have been really hard on me. I want to see you, only you, every time I open my eyes in the morning and every night before I close them for the rest of our lives."

I was speechless. I could feel a tear forming in my eye, and I tried to hold it off. Arthur had never exposed himself like that to me before. I was his world? The tear fell.

"Arthur, I love you too. More than you could ever imagine," I was whispered, crying a little more. I was never one for being emotional, and I could tell by Arthur's face that he was just as surprised as I was. He pulled me close, stroking my hair and rubbing his hands up and down my back. Then he used his thumb to dry a few of my tears. I tried to compose myself, but he leaned in and kissed me. And it all just melted away.