Meghan's POV
While watching a noontime show I felt the sofa sink and strong arms snaked around my waist.
"Food is ready Meg," He whispered in my ear as he pulled me closer to my body.
"Okay," I replied shortly and shifted my eyes back at the television. I heard him groan.
"Let's eat first," he whispered again so I nod my head.
"Okay," he run out of patience so he scooped me and carry me bridal style until we reach the kitchen. He gently put me down on the chair.
"Let's eat," he uttered again and walked towards his chair across mine.
"Let's pray Meg," I bowed my head and uttered my silent prayers. Ever since we decided to make things we worked we let ourselves be closer to God. I know we cannot do this alone. I know a time will come that we will run out of patience to understand
