Dinner was a quiet affair but one Harrison enjoyed. Watching Bridget eat was something he wanted to do everyday while their little children ran around the house, he wanted to be able to hold her hand as they ate. Through out dinner Bridget was pretty much silent but her smile was a language in itself, it told Harrison that she was happy, it told Harrison that their love would be eternal.<br/><br/>That night, as they lay in each other's arms, Bridget whispered to him in the dark. Smiling in the dark, Harrison answered her in a hushed tone and stroked the back of her hand, smelling her sweet hair. "What is it?" he replied.