Jacob wasn't waiting for me at the end of the stairs. Neither was he sitting patiently in the living room awaiting my arrival.
This was unlike my husband. Most times he would meet me in the room and escort me to the car. If that didn't happen, at worst he'd be waiting for me by the stairs.
Worried, I stepped outside to look for him and there he was pacing to and fro with his phone glued to his ear.
I placed my hand on my chest and released a sigh of relief. Everything needed to go well today for Jacob’s sake. There could be no hiccups, slip-ups, or mistakes of any kind. Today had to be just perfect.
Like the dutiful wife I tried to be, I stood there waiting for Jacob until he was done with his call.
When his eyes met mine for the first time this evening, it felt like I had suddenly lo
