Page 100 of The Game Plan
I hum. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You never need to apologize for waking me.” He shifts, rolling over onto his side and facing me. The hand around my waisttugs me closer to him, and he nuzzles into my neck. “You doing okay?”
I smile at his concern. I’ve caught him reading about postpartum depression and anxiety, and I appreciate how much research he’s done on his own over my pregnancy and postpartum health.
“I’m fine. Tonight helped me feel a little normal.”
His lips brush my shoulder. “What else can I do to help? Want me to watch Lennon so you can have a girls' day? I’ll get you an appointment at a spa.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m okay right now.”
“Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Mom and Bret can help, too.”
“I know. I’m trying to remember who I am as a person.”
“You’re still the same girl I fell in love with. Sweet and chaotic. Strong-willed and smart. Breathtaking.” He places another kiss on my shoulder.
A smile tugs on my lips. “You always know what to say.”
“They aren’t lines, Sav. I mean all those things.”
I nod, not sure if he can see me.
He sits, resting his back against the headboard as he wraps his arms around me, tugging me into his side. My fingers draw shapes over his abs. “What’s next on your list?”
“What do you mean?”
“The plan you told me about during our freshman year.”
Gosh, it feels like ages ago when we were two naive freshmen in college. I told him all about my dreams and my plans for the future, in the order I wanted to achieve them. Move away and attend a university. Join a sorority and make a mark on campus. Maintain a 3.5 GPA and graduate with my bachelor's in social work. Get a job and work in the field for two years. Fall in love, get married, and start a family by the time I hit thirty. Everything’s changed.
“There’s no more plan,” I admit, voice low.
“Nah, baby. You can still do everything you wanted. You’re going to graduate and walk across the stage with a killer GPA. You’re going to land a job and make a difference in kids' lives. You’ll come home to your beautiful daughter and sexy husband. And you’ll cross everything off your list.”
With a smile, I hum. “My sexy husband.”
“Damn straight.” We both share a laugh. “Do you want to stay in Texas?”
“Obviously.” I tickle his hip, and he twitches, batting my hand away.
“It’s not ‘obviously,’” he mocks.
“You’re here, and so is your job.”
“I can coach anywhere.”
Anywhere. I guess I hadn’t thought about that. To be honest, I haven’t given much thought to what comes after graduation. Everything is moving at a fast pace, and our everyday life has been filled with taking care of Lennon that I haven’t even considered anything else.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We don’t have to decide anything tonight.”
A few beats of silence pass between us. It’s not uncomfortable; it never is.
“I don’t care where we end up, as long as you’re by our side,” I say softly.
“Always, Peach. Always.”
“How’s Dad life?” Quinton asks.
