Two years later
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the sight of Sadie under my desk, but today, it's not quite right.
We've done this a hundred times before. My perky, always helpful wife simply loves abandoning her own desk to crawl under mine and help me relax, and who am I to stop her? Only the luckiest bastard on earth, that's who. I know a small miracle when I see it, and I have never, ever stopped my wife from going under there before. I'm not crazy.
But it's different now that she's pregnant. Sadie's not too far along; her bump is barely visible, but she's already moving a little awkwardly, and s**t, what if her back aches while she's down there? What if her knees hurt? What if—
"Up." Throwing my chair back, I scoop my wife beneath her armpits and lift her out from under my de
