Page 157 of My Wife
“Can I have this dance?” I ask.
She beams a smile and we slow dance in the living room. The stars in the sky glint off the glass and dapple the wood floor with shimmers.
When the song changes, Jessica leans back and says, “I got you something too.”
Both my eyebrows lift.
She bites her lip, trying to suppress her smile, then she squishes up her face as if barely able to contain herself. “I mean, technically, it’s for both of us. KJ too. Like, could be for all of humanity or at least the NHL. You just never know.”
Slowly, I say, “Jessica, what is it?”
She takes my hand and presses it against her belly.
“Don’t tell me you started an account #MrsDarcysAbs.”
She laughs.
My jaw drops. “That’s why you haven’t been drinking so much coffee. That’s why you’re glowing.”
She nods.
I wrap my arms around her, around the mother to our baby and KJ, around my wife, and whisper, “I love you.”
She signs back the same and adds, “And your family.”
“Our family.” Then, with what’s sure to be a twinkle in my eye, I say, “Just wait until Christmas.”
