ALEXANDER’S POV
When we got home from therapy, I pulled Nia into a hug and kissed her slowly…deep, lingering, grateful. She smiled against my lips before swatting my chest playfully and telling me to go shower while she started dinner.
After I was done and wrapped a towel around my waist, I opened the cabinet and frowned.
“Hey babe… where’s your cream?” I called out.
“What cream?” she yelled back from the kitchen.
“Your face cream. The one that smells like coconut or vanilla or whatever.”
“I hid it from you!” she shouted back, laughing.
I rolled my eyes, grinning. “I’ll buy you one more today!”
“Okay, okay. Bottom left drawer in the bathroom,” she relented.
“Thanks, babe!” I called out, already rummaging through the drawer like it was treasure. She was never gonna let me
