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1. Take time together. 2. Communicate. 3. Be patient. 4. Communicate.
The list goes on from there. It’s becoming quite exhaustive, growing every time that Layla and Marc sit down to talk. It had been her idea. A request, really. If they were going to make things work — and she desperately wanted to — then they needed to be a team. No secrets, no lies, no omissions. A true united front. The list was a paltry attempt at least starting to be transparent. They have a long way to go, but Layla believes in them wholeheartedly.
Her hand is woven through Marc’s as the two stroll through Central Park. He’s just picked her up from the Natural History Museum where she was looking over the Hall of African Peoples exhibit. In addition to a former Egyptian artifacts she had been keeping an eye on, a former contact had gotten in touch about a particular piece. Casing museums was too easy a task now, but an important one nevertheless. The text that Marc was on his way had been met with a smile.
Their relationship isn’t perfect. Sometimes it moves in fits and starts. There are a lot of lies and hurt to untangle, but she’s made a lifetime commitment. A peal of laughter momentarily catches her attention and Layla’s eyes drift over to a family sunning on a picnic blanket. They’re not going to have children. She both knows that and has come to terms with it. It isn’t until his hand squeezes her that her attention snaps back to her husband.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”