She's his anchor. The cords of their love tether him to a relationship that just five years ago would have been intolerable, but is now so infinitely precious.

He holds her tenderly against him during the night and finds himself whispering prayers to an almost forgotten God that their unborn child will be kept safe. He sees her face and humor in little Liv and her sass and fire in Becca's stubborn ways.

And finally, the knowledge sinks in: he doesn't have to fight for her anymore.

It doesn't matter that he cannot touch her skin. He holds her heart.