“Hopefully. Are you okay with that?”
“I feel safer,” she says as she snuggles into my arms.
I’m so flipping happy. Here I am, getting married to the love of my life. I can’t wait to see if we’re having a boy or girl, and we need to pick out a room for the nursery.
“Oh, by the way, I booked a trip to Italy as a surprise. I hope you can get time off work or quit if you want. It’s not like you won’t be busy. You don’t care for that job anyway. If you want to work, we can find something you enjoy doing.”
“Oliver, you’re too much.”
“I know. I’m a bit obsessed, but it comes in handy sometimes.”
When it comes to my wife, I’m attentive. My world revolves around her and football. We discuss everything and when she mentioned she wanted to have a dog one day I began researching dogs breeds. I’ve talking to breeders so we can get a puppy trained before the baby arrives. I’ll talk it over with her, but knowing my wife, she’ll probably want to adopt a rescue.