"I'm gonna go get in the shower now, hun." He says softly to me. I fake pout and release him. He saunters over to the closet, grabs his clothes and walks to the door. He stops, quickly turns and runs back towards the bed. He kisses me all over my face while I giggle like a little girl. He smiles at me but then looks at the nightstand. I follow his gaze and watch him grab his phone. I look back at him.
He looks sheepishly at me and says, "For tunes. Gotta rock out in the shower babe." He brushes off the exchange and dances to the bathroom. I laugh at him but as soon as he leaves the room my face falls a little. A tiny unknown emotion tugs at my heart and my mind. I ignore it and chalk it up to my anxiety.
Carla shows up an hour later and we hug the boys goodbye. I make sure Carla knows wh
