I am changing into my nightclothes, and not stripping off clothes when Christian comes into the bedroom. I heard him tuck in the three littles at least four minutes ago, wonder what took him so long to come into the bedroom.
He looks at me and says "Hi... "
I look at him. Hi? That's all he got?
"Hi.," I say getting in between the sheets. I am afraid to have this talk. I don't want to talk. At least we are together if we don't talk. What if he's about to tell me that he wants a divorce.
"Don't look so petrified. I just want to tell you that I am sorry... " He says and I want to legit burst into tears with relief.
"I shouldn't have said all that... I am really sorry... I hope you don't want a divorce because that would literally kill me.. " he says and I crush his face into a kiss.
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