Neville carved up the cheesecake and placed a slice on each plate. He walked back into the living room and stopped for a second. It always overwhelmed him, just how beautiful Hannah was. Sometimes he couldn't believe she was really here and really his. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts on something a bit more productive, like walking. He finally made it over to the couch, and placed the cheesecake on the coffee table. He sat down next to Hannah, wrapping his arms around her. She was here, she was his, and he needed to stop being such a damn fool.
He kissed her softly on the top of the head, "This is the best part of my day. I think about this now more than I do making everlasting tulips."