Charlie is standing behind me as I give my outfit the once-over in the full length mirror in our bedroom. He looks cool and calm. I'm grateful for his demeanour as mine is frazzled at best. I couldn't even stomach my morning decaf. Charlie's pregnancy joke didn't go down too well. He places his hands on my shoulders and I relax a bit.
"You look fine."
"I'm not worried about my outfit per se, but more about whether I come across as wife you do not want to cross, but one who won't resort to physical violence."
He tries not to laugh, but fails and it warrants a stern look from me.
"Sorry!"
"I just want this woman to stop whatever s**t-brained plan she concocted and to move on with her life."
"She will after this morning. I know that after Reese and her team lays into her, she's mo
