When I woke up in the morning, I found myself alone in bed. Tom must have gotten up early. Just as I was starting to feel a bit grudgy and hungry, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. Tom emerged from the bathroom, fresh from his shower.
"Hello, my lovely wife. Good morning," he said, coming over to kiss my forehead. "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I slept well, you know. Every time I hit the pillow, I just fall asleep like that," I replied.
"Yeah, I know what our baby is putting you through. Thank you for taking one for us, for being strong for us. You know I appreciate you for that," he said sincerely.
It's hard to stay mad at Tom when he always knows how to say the right thing. Even though I had planned to start a fight once we were alone, his words made
