BRIDGET'S POV
Fast-forward a couple days later…
Charles and I had grown distant since that morning in the kitchen.
Maybe it was something I said. Maybe something I didn't... I wasn't too sure.
He'd come home. We'd have dinner. He'd ask about the baby. I’d ask about work.
We'd sleep on opposite sides of the bed and he never made the slightest move to touch my breasts… and I did not ask him to.
Then we'd repeat it all the next day.
Thankfully, it hadn’t been as hard as it should have been.
Because Ted had been, you know… taking care of that.
Oh yeah!
Any moment we found ourselves alone in the house he pounced on me. His mouth finding my breasts with the enthusiasm of someone who had discovered a private spot he intended to revisit as many times as possible.
He would find me in t
