Page 82 of Never Been Worse

“I guess?”

“Then we’ll do it this morning. I’ve never done a reset,” he says, and I look at him confused.

“What?”

“It’s Sunday,” he whispers against my lips.

“I don’t—” I start, but he keeps talking.

“So it’s reset day.”

My body stills at the small insight I gave him long ago and the way he remembered it now.

“Oh, we don’t have to—” I start, shaking my head.

“Yeah, we do, Harper. This is the perfect opportunity. We’re going to have a lazy Sunday and reset for the week.” He puts a hand to the back of my head, pressing my lips to his. “It’s a busy one. You have that meeting with Willa on Tuesday and two dresses due to clients, I have to go to the city with the guys on Thursday for release shit. We should start the week right.” Warmth fills me, and my eyes begin to water.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” he whispers. “What’s going on?”

“You just…you know me so well. You remember what my week is going to be like and what I once said I like to do on Sundays, and you’re making it happen.”

“I remember everything you tell me, Harper, because you’re important to me.” He smiles wide as my lower lip wobbles again before he kisses me and moves to stand. “You’ll get used to it. But before we do anything, I’m taking you out for breakfast. I have to make sure my wife is fed.”

And in that moment, even if I made a million mistakes and bad decisions, I know I did at least one thing right if it means I get to have this man as mine.

THIRTY-TWO

HARPER

“You can’t come down yet,” Wes says, and I giggle, standing at the top of the stairs.

“What?”

“I told you to relax! I’m doing something. Jesus, woman.”

Wes and I spent the morning grocery shopping before we cleaned, organized, and prepped a few lunches for the upcoming week together, laughing and joking the whole time. I’d never had more fun doing basic tasks than I did today, even if the grocery store was a madhouse.

“Maybe we swap our weekly reset to Tuesdays,”Wes whispered while we stood at the overly long checkout line, a baseball hat pulled low over his face.“We don’t have traditional jobs, so we don’t have to keep a traditional schedule.”

Warmth flooded me, realizing he didn’t plan for this to be a one-time thing.

About an hour ago, Wes told me he wasordering meto go upstairs and relax while he set up a surprise. I inevitably argued, at which point, he carried me into the bathroom and told me to take the world’s longest bath. When he saidplease, making puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t help but smile and go along with it,but now I’m dying of boredom and just want to hang out with my husband.

Words I never thought I’d be saying two months ago, to be honest.

“I’mbored,” I whine from the top of the stairs. I took a shower instead and blew my hair out so it wouldn’t be wet for whatever he has planned, but after, I slid on a cute pair of pajamas, as per his instructions.

“Fine,” he sighs. “It’s not fully ready, but you can come down.” Eagerly I make my way down the stairs, meeting Wes at the bottom. “My impatient little wife.”

“I missed you,” I murmur against his lips, my arms going around his neck. His smile could light up a room, it’s so bright.

“Is that right?” I nod. “All right, well, come on, let me show you what I did.” Then he leads me into the living room, all of the furniture pushed to the walls and a mess of blankets and pillows in the center. Candles are lit on the tables around the room, and I’m in awe that he was able to do this by himself in less than an hour.

“What is this?” I ask as he leads me around the fort-looking thing and shows me the entrance.

“We’ve never really had a date,” he says. “Not one that wasn’t planned for PR and was just for us.”

The bulge in my throat grows as I look around.

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