Sam moved his head forward mirroring how Irene held hers and brushed a soft kiss across her lips.  He smiled warmly at her.<br/><br/>“I got it . . . this time . . . only this time.  And darling wife you are no liability in the field or anywhere.  It’s easier for me to scout it out alone.  When it’s time to move on them, I’m sure you’ll want to be there.  Honey . . . ”  Sam smiled because it struck him in that moment that he liked calling Irene that.  He took the sponge from her but lost track of what he’d intended to say as he looked into her eyes.“...honey your eyes look a little pink . . . weepy.  Are you okay?”<br/><br/>He stroked her back with the sponge still in his hand and shifted his position so he could draw her into an embrace.  He cradled her head against his shoulder and combed his fingers through her hair as his arm held her tenderly across his body.<br/><br/>“What’s the trouble Darlin?”<br/>