Natalie's POV
After my dinner with my husband ended, I cleared the plate to the kitchen, lost in my ocean of thoughts about how I would see Michael. I just wanted to see him even once before I traveled with Franklin.
I turned off the light, stepped out of the kitchen, and went upstairs to my room. As I stepped into the sitting room upstairs, I saw Franklin waiting for me on the couch.
"What's wrong, honey? Aren't you going to bed?" I asked him, walking over to meet him. I wondered what was on his mind.
"I was waiting for you to finish your work in the kitchen since you don’t like me assisting you there. Wesley already hired two women to help you, but I told him to tell them to wait until we return from our honeymoon," Franklin said, pulling me closer to himself on the couch. I settled
