Callum's Pov
Just like I had imagined I would one day, I came back home to find my precious wife on the couch. I knew Ophelia would never wait for me, but I liked to imagine it that way.
Her hand danced softly, and I wanted to know what had her so concentrated, oblivious to the fact that someone had walked in.
Fuck, my little doll was knitting, her hair falling beautifully across her face. She craned her neck slightly, likely from holding it too long in one position, and I wanted to run my hand across it to ease the pain she might be feeling.
She yawned softly, and I watched her rise slowly from the couch. Making my steps as light as possible, I reached her and curled my hand around her tiny waist.
My little doll nearly jumped out of her skin. I pushed the hair covering her neck to t
