"Same to you," Lily whispered, a teasing note in her voice. "Except that you're a work in progress."
A small part of her snickered. Yes, once, he had been that. But since their marriage he had been everything she could have asked for, even if the situation was not.
Leaning her head against his chest, she whispered as lightly as she could with a hope of him hearing her.
"You're everything," she whispered, hoping desperately that that encompassed everything: everything he could have been, and everything she knew he was.