Page 180 of Cross the Line
Great. Helped Summer pull moodboard samples together for her nursery.
I met Tina for lunch and walked the pups.
My usual routine. I like it.
But I miss you.
Miss you too.
I watched the game…
Ugh.
Can’t win them all.
You okay?
Yeah. Good.
Want to be more convincing?
I chuckle at her reply, imagining the exasperated roll of her eyes. I reply with a cartoon cat shrugging GIF.
You looked tired.
Not like play wise, your face.
Your eyes were darker than usual.
I’m ready to come home to you and our baby.
Our baby?
The pooch
Our baby is snoring on your pillow.
Did I mentionshe’s a drooler?
A short video comes through of Blanca with her head on my pillow, and a large drool patch on the hand towel Finley’s covered it with.
The quiet sound of Fin’s giggle has my chest squeezing around my lungs. Missing her is the worst. I ache everywhere, harder than my overworked muscles.
“Is that Fin?” JJ asks, taking a break from his console when Rio gets up to stretch his legs.
“Yeah, she sent me a video of Blanca.” I can’t brighten my tone, no matter how much I try.
“It’s past midnight,” he says, touching his forehead to my temple. “Which means, two more days until we get to see our girls.”
I nod, offering him the best smile I can muster through the wrench of the homesickness that’s pronouncing the throb in my head as I type out my reply.
Better order a new pillow for when we return.
Fin
Already got it along with a dog bed for the bedroom.
Good girl
