Laura really didn't like being alone, but she had learned to trust the man who was her husband. At first, insecurity always dominated her, initially because she didn't know him and kept him at a distance, but now they had the love that united them and the baby she was expecting.
He wouldn't deceive her. She was completely certain, but she would miss her husband, his scent, and his strong presence. His hat was on the floral carpet. He was a messy person, didn't put away a single piece of clothing, and if it were up to him, the room would look like a war zone, but she didn't mind; she picked up the scattered clothes with pleasure. It was a way they showed care for each other. He was always pampering her, feeding her. Almost always it was him who carried her to the bathroom, washed her hair,
