Apologies for missing the last couple of weeks (and for being late to the mark posting this one today!!!), but here’s my six. It’s taken from the same WIP in #2, Touch My World. It’s from Chapter 3, and it’s part of a dream.
I turn to him, my hands moving to rest on his chest. “How will we live, Gannicus? Do you believe we will win this war?”
His hands frame my face, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. “I believe that we travel with Spartacus, and that we will crest these mountains, and that we will live a calm life in the valley below until the end of our days. We will raise this child and watch him grow into a man and father children of his own.”