Page 121 of Gracefully Yours

Wondering if this was enough. If I was enough for her.

And fuck, I hoped I was.

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Our month was exactlywhat I had envisioned married life to be: returning home to my wife, spending time with our beloved dog Brownie, and enjoying the company of friends.

It was everything I’d ever wanted, and I was working even harder to make all her dreams come true.

Charlotte

Dinner tonight?

Daniel

Work’s keeping me late. Not sure I’ll make it. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.

Oh, okay.

I’m sorry. This project is just keeping me busy.

You don’t have to apologize. Work is important.

So are you.

I hated that what was keeping me away from her was my biggest surprise of all. That I couldn’t tell her why I was spending longer evenings in the office. That even though this was real, and good, and better than anything else I’d ever imagined, I was keeping a secret from her.

Sighing, I put my phone back down and went back to my project. I’d tell her soon.

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My wife was determinedto torture me. That was all there was to it.

Charlotte

The girls and I are going shopping. Need anything?

Daniel

More of those lacy things you wore on my birthday.

I meant from the bookstore, silly.

But… noted.

Can’t wait to see.

Guess you’re just gonna have to keep waiting. ;)

Darling, you’re killing me.

I’m at a work meeting with a client.

They want us to design a building for them, and now all I can think about is you. In that.

Oops.

I guess I shouldn’t send a picture of it on then?

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