Page 33 of Capturing Hearts

Pulling out my phone, I text Bobby: Home. Thank you! as I call back,“I’m here, babe! I’ll be right there.”

Bobby texts back within seconds: Good. Was about to come knocking.

I shoot him back a smiley face before quickly shoving my phone into my purse and leaving it on the table by the door. I hang my coat on the rack next to my husband’s black pea coat. Giving his a light touch as I pass, I walk to the bedroom, forcing a smile.

Brendan’s head is lifted off his pillow as I walk in, the city backdrop skirted in fog. “How was work?”

Sitting on the edge of my side of the bed, I pull off my black pregnancy jeans with effort. “We did better than last night even.”

His eyebrows raise up and he plops his handsome head on the white pillowcase. “Yeah? That’s great. Come here.”

“I’m trying. This takes time. My shoes are giving me trouble with these exploded ankles of mine.”

He smiles with his eyes closed and I can tell he’s beginning to drift off. How men can fall asleep so fast is a mystery I will never solve.

Pulling off my black t-shirt, I toss it on the ground and look at his face, the chiseled stretch of his jaw, his dark wavy hair, the long eyelashes that make his blue eyes so striking. And inside is a man who treats me so well and who always lets me know I’m loved. But maybe it’s just because we’ve only been married a few months, and the honeymoon-stage is still in full swing? I smile at the jaded thought sneaking in to ruin a moment… but my smile fades away as I stare at him.

How did I ever get so lucky as to marry the love of my life?

Climbing in, I snuggle up to his warm body. He moves his arm so I can burrow into his chest, putting it around my shoulders. In the silence, I lay my hand on his heart and wait until I can feel its steady beat. Glancing up to his face, I catch him sleeping with the corners of his mouth turned up.

That smile is what I wanted. Wiping it away can wait until tomorrow.

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