Page 93 of Trust

“Just a good person who does what she loves.”

“Or that,” she said quietly.

Sensing a shift in her mood, he embraced her gently. “Everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m just riding the hormonal wave of pregnancy and trying not to drown.” She tightened her hold. “I feel incredibly happy and just get overwhelmed with our blessings.”

“Same,” he replied as he tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “Do you ever wonder why God saved all the good stuff until we met?”

“Not really,” she replied quietly. “And we both had plenty of great moments before getting together.”

He shifted closer. “But this…”

“Is on a whole other level?”

“Yes.” He rested his head on top of hers. “I didn’t know something like this existed.”

“I did.”

“Show off,” he replied with a laugh.

“Hardly.” She stepped away and let her hand drop to her hip. “Why do you think that I pursued you so relentlessly?”

“I don’t know that it was relentless.”

“It was persistent.”

He took her hand. “I might’ve been slow on the uptake, but babe, I finished strong.”

“So strong.”

Nodding with satisfaction, he watched her kiss their clasped hands. “How many are we expecting for this soiree?”

“Eight,” she said before letting his hand go. “And since no one ditches our dinner parties anymore, we won’t be drowning in leftovers.”

“I kinda wish they still did since helping you recover from the disappointment was a hell of a lot of fun.”

“If you’re in the mood for counter sex, then say the word.” She ran her hand over her stomach. “Because based on the way I’m expanding, we won’t be able to manage it for much longer.”

He shook his head. “Babe, I can manage it anywhere, anytime.”

She ran her hand over his bicep. “I guess being married to a strong man does have its advantages.”

“Sure does,” he said, wondering if they had enough time before their guests were due. “And if…”

“After dinner,” she said before scooting out of reach.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She pulled out a stack of dishes. “You can set the table.”

“Alright.” He took the dishes. “But know I will hustle our guests out the door the minute they finish their coffee.”

“I know, honey and there isn’t a person in Haven that isn’t acquainted with your many techniques and why you don’t let people linger.”

He gave her a careless smile. “There is nothing wrong in loving my wife.”

“Of course not.”

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