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How is this story still going????

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Emily

Faith: Another one slipping out. Not the same lady as last month!

I snorted as I read her text. She was spying on Dad again. It was becoming a habit of hers to gossip about Dad’s rendezvous with different women. Apparently, my dad was quite the older playboy now that I had moved out of town.

I glanced up at the wall above me and took in Mom and Sarah’s wedding picture hanging on our wall. Next to it was a picture of Dad and me on my own wedding day from six months ago. That had been a great night. That had been an amazing week.

Actually, this was an amazing life.

I got all weepy and stared around my living room. On the walls were countless memories. We’d only been living here for a year, but this house was our home. Since moving, Benjamin and I lived rather spontaneously. We’d already picked up and vacationed in Tennessee three times just because we wanted to. If I decided I wanted to go somewhere, we’d go. Same as with him. We started our life that way, and it was fun and romantic, but now there was something else we both wanted more. Not that we wouldn’t head out and go somewhere in the middle of the night ten years or ten days from now because we would.

Benjamin lived to show me every little thing I believed with complete confidence.

I wrote full-time now. I was actually in the middle of finishing up Ben and Rosie’s story as well as starting on something new that Benjamin said was brilliant. I couldn’t go by what he said. He was biased when it came to me—hiswife.

Yes. I loved calling myself his wife.

I sat around the house, waiting until noon so I could go to the dealership and eat lunch with Benjamin when a single email, followed by a phone call after I replied to it, surprised me into rushing to the dealership quicker.

He was with a young couple when I got there, walking them around the lot. He made sure to smile my way when he spotted me, and I pointed toward the building to let him know I’d wait in his office for him. He nodded and focused on his clients. I was bursting with energy, but I could always take a moment to respect my husband when it came to his job. He was great at his job, and he looked after his employees and customers, making sure they could afford the best he could offer them.

He had a good rep around here, that was for sure, if the Facebook page reviews were any indication. He was doing great;wewere doing great out here on our own.

It took thirty minutes before he found me in his office. He carried a handful of papers, and when I saw him see me, my heart caught the moment, the beauty that we were. He wore his dark-rimmed glasses and his sexy bedroom eyes met mine with affection, and these days, his hair was longer and a bit unruly, especially when my hands were in it every night. He had on his dark khakis and a button up shirt, but I knew what hid underneath and it had my stomach quivering with need.

“Hey, babe.” He walked to me and planted a kiss on my lips. “You mind waiting a bit before we go eat, got a couple outside wanting a quote from the bank.”

I smiled. “I can wait,” I told him. “Benjamin.” I gripped his hand.

“What?” His eyes went up in smoke as his gaze slid over me, and believe me, there was nothing casual about it. “Is today one of your ovulating days?”

I snorted, biting back tears that seemed to stay with me as of late. He knew I didn’t keep up with that. I stopped my birth control three months ago, and we were patiently waiting for him to knock me up. It hadn’t happened yet, but I was three days late.

But that wasn’t why I was here.

“I spoke with a literary agent earlier,” I said quickly, meeting his eyes to see if it clicked yet.

“What about?” he asked.

“My new series… She loved it. She wants to take me on as a client,” I whispered through a thrill of emotions.

His mouth dropped. “What?” He was smiling, and so was I. “Are you serious?”

I nodded vigorously. He scooped me up into his arms and started yelling. I was pretty sure everyone could hear him in the building. “You were doing just fine self-publishing, but this is great too.” He placed me down and cupped my cheek. “I’m so fucking proud of you, you know that?” My eyes began to water as I took in the sincerity of his smile and voice. He was glowing for me. I sucked in a deep breath and started crying because I couldn’t help it. “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Because,” my voice was muffled with tears. “I knew you’d act this way.”

He looked confused as he smiled down at me. “Why does that make you cry?”

“Because like you said, I’m doing great self-publishing, but I couldn’t wait to tell you just so that I could listen to you praise me.” I wiped my eyes and grinned. “Silly, right? I knew you’d be ecstatic for me, so I couldn’t wait, and I had to come tell you.”

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