I Walk With Heroes
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“anybody would, because it’s you.”  He smiled.  he nuzzled her neck, curled up next to her, arm around her.  “And you’re worth it.  I love you, why wouldn’t I?” he grinned.

“Well, I don’t want just anybody,” she told him, smiling a little.  “I just want you.”

“Well, I should hope not,” he grinned.  He kissed her and chuckled.  “Because I feel the exact same way.”

"Then that works out nicely for us both, I should think," she grinned, kissing him softly.

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“My Fred,” he smiled, kissing her again.  “Always.  Now and forever.”  He grinned, rolled over, kissed her again.  “Always my beautiful Fred.”

She curled up against his chest, nuzzling against him and sighing.  “I’m sorry for the … outburst,” she said quietly.

“Don’t be,” he said, kissing her again.  He pressed his lips to her neck.  “It’s understandable.”  He breathed against her, kissed her yet again, nuzzling her.  “But you don’t need to be sorry, my love.”

“I know,” she sighed.  “But I woke you up and then went all psychotic on you.”  She laughed a little.  “Only you would put up with all of this.”

“anybody would, because it’s you.”  He smiled.  he nuzzled her neck, curled up next to her, arm around her.  “And you’re worth it.  I love you, why wouldn’t I?” he grinned.

"Well, I don’t want just anybody," she told him, smiling a little.  "I just want you."

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“My Fred,” he smiled, kissing her again.  “Always.  Now and forever.”  He grinned, rolled over, kissed her again.  “Always my beautiful Fred.”

She curled up against his chest, nuzzling against him and sighing.  “I’m sorry for the … outburst,” she said quietly.

“Don’t be,” he said, kissing her again.  He pressed his lips to her neck.  “It’s understandable.”  He breathed against her, kissed her yet again, nuzzling her.  “But you don’t need to be sorry, my love.”

"I know," she sighed.  "But I woke you up and then went all psychotic on you."  She laughed a little.  "Only you would put up with all of this."

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“And that’s all we can do,” he said, smiling softly.  “And I’ll be right there with you, Fred.   We’re in this together.”  He kissed her.  “Always.”

She returned the kiss, all her love and devotion to this man pouring out.  “I love you, Wesley,” she breathed against his lips, holding him close to her.

Wesley sighed softly.  “And I love you.  So much,” he held her tighter, kissed her a bit deeper.  “My love.  My heart,” he breathed.

She smiled against his lips, kissing him softly.  “My Wesley,” she breathed.  “I love you.”

“My Fred,” he smiled, kissing her again.  “Always.  Now and forever.”  He grinned, rolled over, kissed her again.  “Always my beautiful Fred.”

She curled up against his chest, nuzzling against him and sighing.  “I’m sorry for the … outburst,” she said quietly.

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“And that’s all we can do,” he said, smiling softly.  “And I’ll be right there with you, Fred.   We’re in this together.”  He kissed her.  “Always.”

She returned the kiss, all her love and devotion to this man pouring out.  “I love you, Wesley,” she breathed against his lips, holding him close to her.

Wesley sighed softly.  “And I love you.  So much,” he held her tighter, kissed her a bit deeper.  “My love.  My heart,” he breathed.

She smiled against his lips, kissing him softly.  “My Wesley,” she breathed.  “I love you.”

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“It’s not the trying that’s the problem,” she sighed, resting her head against his chest.  “It’s the knowing that no matter how much we try, nothing will ever happen.”

He shook his head.  “I refuse to believe that,” he said.  “Where we are, what we’ve been through?  I refuse to believe it isn’t even remotely possible.”  He kissed the top of her head.  “We don’t know for sure.  So we keep trying.”  His arms held her against him; so much love for her in that embrace, so much care.  “Anything’s possible,” he whispered.

She nodded.  “I want to believe that,” she said.  “I do.  And I’m trying. I’ll keep trying.  I’m not giving up, I promise.”

“And that’s all we can do,” he said, smiling softly.  “And I’ll be right there with you, Fred.   We’re in this together.”  He kissed her.  “Always.”

She returned the kiss, all her love and devotion to this man pouring out.  “I love you, Wesley,” she breathed against his lips, holding him close to her.

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“It’s not the trying that’s the problem,” she sighed, resting her head against his chest.  “It’s the knowing that no matter how much we try, nothing will ever happen.”

He shook his head.  “I refuse to believe that,” he said.  “Where we are, what we’ve been through?  I refuse to believe it isn’t even remotely possible.”  He kissed the top of her head.  “We don’t know for sure.  So we keep trying.”  His arms held her against him; so much love for her in that embrace, so much care.  “Anything’s possible,” he whispered.

She nodded.  “I want to believe that,” she said.  “I do.  And I’m trying. I’ll keep trying.  I’m not giving up, I promise.”

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“Fred, you haven’t.”  He returned the kiss, the love he felt for her so deep in that kiss.  He stroked her hair.  “And you won’t.”  He kissed her again.  “So don’t worry about that at all.  Push it out of your mind.  Because it’s not even an issue.”

She nodded.  “I’ll try,” she said honestly. “It’s … it’s always going to be something that will bother me, even if you say there’s no reason for it too.  It’s something that I want … and it kills me knowing that it might not ever happen.”

“Then we just keep trying,” he said, smiling.  He stroked her hair again.  “We’ll try for as long as you want.”  He kissed her once more, holding her so close.  “We’ll keep trying until we can’t anymore.”

"It’s not the trying that’s the problem," she sighed, resting her head against his chest.  "It’s the knowing that no matter how much we try, nothing will ever happen.”

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She finally managed to stop crying, and she looked up at him, her face tearstained.  “I just want to be able to give you everything that you want, everything that you deserve. And I hate that I can’t.”

“No, no, no, Fred …” He kissed her lips so tenderly, gently wiped away her tears.  “Fred, you’ve already given me so much more than I ever dreamed.”  He stared into her eyes.  “You gave me you,” he whispered.  His own eyes began to fill with tears.  “And you are perfect to me.  I don’t need anything else.  I have you.”

He kissed her again.  “Don’t you fret about this, love.  You’ve already given me oh so much.  So very much.”

She looked at him then, finally, and kissed him, all the love she felt for him pouring out.  “I love you so much, Wesley,” she breathed.  “I just … I don’t ever want to disappoint you.”

“Fred, you haven’t.”  He returned the kiss, the love he felt for her so deep in that kiss.  He stroked her hair.  “And you won’t.”  He kissed her again.  “So don’t worry about that at all.  Push it out of your mind.  Because it’s not even an issue.”

She nodded.  “I’ll try,” she said honestly. “It’s … it’s always going to be something that will bother me, even if you say there’s no reason for it too.  It’s something that I want … and it kills me knowing that it might not ever happen.”

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She finally managed to stop crying, and she looked up at him, her face tearstained.  “I just want to be able to give you everything that you want, everything that you deserve. And I hate that I can’t.”

“No, no, no, Fred …” He kissed her lips so tenderly, gently wiped away her tears.  “Fred, you’ve already given me so much more than I ever dreamed.”  He stared into her eyes.  “You gave me you,” he whispered.  His own eyes began to fill with tears.  “And you are perfect to me.  I don’t need anything else.  I have you.”

He kissed her again.  “Don’t you fret about this, love.  You’ve already given me oh so much.  So very much.”

She looked at him then, finally, and kissed him, all the love she felt for him pouring out.  “I love you so much, Wesley,” she breathed.  “I just … I don’t ever want to disappoint you.”