Helen’s POV
The first morning of our honeymoon felt exactly the way I had imagined it would.
The curtains were open just enough for the morning light to spill across the room, and for the first time since Karl had become such a constant presence in Ken's life, there was no child waking us, no breakfast to organize, no questions coming from the next room, and no reminder that my husband's attention had to be divided between me and someone else.
Karl was in New York with Liora.
Exactly where I wanted him to be.
I turned toward Ken, who was still lying beside me, and smiled as he slowly opened his eyes.
“Good morning, husband.”
The word made him smile.
“Good morning, wife.”
I leaned over and kissed him, enjoying the quiet that followed. We had finally done it. We were married, and no
