She fit against him like a puzzle piece, molding to him instinctively. Her eyes closed as her head rested on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and it calmed her, as it always did. She hoped he was right. There was a small part of her, a part bred and brewed by her father's cruelty, that held onto the 'what if there are regrets' but Zahra was good at pushing those thoughts deep down inside where no one had to deal with them, not even her on most days.

"You are all I want too, my love. What I want and more."