CHAPTER 21
Sheridan lay on Michael's—no, our bed. Our bed in our apartment—with his belly cradling her head. Her fingers tangled in his. “Michael?”
“Hmmm.” His free hand slid over her hair.
“We're married.”
Her head bounced as a chuckle moved his diaphragm. “I know. Excellent, isn't it?”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed back at him. “I'm so happy. Married in the eyes of God and the law, as long as we both shall live.”
“Thank you for humoring me about the timetable.” His stroking fingers made their way down the side of her neck and onto her upper chest, where the deep V in her repurposed prom dress revealed swollen, sensitive skin. His touch elicited pleasurable tingles that radiated right to her core. Soon, soon.
“It was a good idea. Now, when we go to get our ultrasound in a couple of weeks, it
