Page 35 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

I wake up on Friday way earlier than usual and feel unsettled.

Somehow, I convince myself that a shower will help, but it doesn't. It only makes me restless, and lying back down in the bed with Ted is the last thing on my mind.

Besides, I wouldn't want to wake him. I know how much he needs to sleep after pulling long hours at the hospital.

I head to the kitchen to make coffee and go through the motions like a robot. I don't know how to explain it, but my body feels disconnected from the environment.

When I feel Ted's warm body pressing against mine, my first instinct is to recoil away, and I hate myself for that.

"Hey, good morning, baby." His voice is still raspy with sleep, and his stubble grazes against my cheek.

"Good morning." I move my weight in discomfort to scratch an itch, and he releases me and backs away.

"You're grumpy this morning." His hand taps my ass softly, and he goes to pour some coffee from the pot. It's made exactly how he likes it. At least I did that one thing correctly.

"I don't think I slept too well last night."

The space beside his ear looks interesting. I'm okay with anything except letting him see that there's something off with me.

The last thing he needs is to follow me down the rabbit hole.

"Oh, is it something I can help with?" Ted is empathetic as usual, and I can see the concern on his face.

"No, it's fine. I'm about to head out for the day. I already had my shower." I brush his worry away.

I know my response is vague, so I give him a rushed kiss on the cheek and leave the kitchen.

I walk carefully, fearing that I'll wake Luna up. She can be a light sleeper sometimes, and she hates being interrupted.

When I enter the room, I sigh in relief. I open the closet, and I can't even figure out what to wear for the day.

That's how I'm standing when Ted comes into the room.

He's holding his favorite mug, and from the steam rising in his mouth, I can tell it's full of coffee.

"What do you mean you're heading out for the day?" Ted asks me.

There's something about the tone of his voice that I can't place my finger on. I have no idea why he sounds like that.

"I don't understand..." I start to say. It seems like I'm missing something because he looks at me expectantly.

Ted sighs in exasperation. "Today's Friday."

There's a faint buzz at the back of my mind, but I can't straighten out the image. What about Friday? Luckily, Ted answers before I start to spin aimlessly in my head.

"It's Friday, and we planned to have a nice day today—just the three of us—and you promised you had already cleared your schedule." He sounds so disappointed that I feel a pang in my chest.

Oh, I remembered suddenly. We had planned an outing for today a couple of days ago. Shit.

I step away from the closet and close it shut. "I'm so sorry that I forgot. I," I can't help the tired sigh that escapes my lips. "I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

Ted quickly forgives me, and I disregard whatever plans I must make the nice day successful.

I try to work on my mood, outwardly at least, and I'm able to make a joke in the car. Deep down, I still feel the heaviness hanging over me since morning. The first look at the park takes my breath away.

Things get even more magical the moment we step into the castle, and the recreation and level of attention blow me away to detail.

Everything looks magical, from the costumes to the accents to the furniture.

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