His body was warm and firm behind her back, the arm slung over her waist held her just close enough to keep her with him, but loose enough that she could leave if she wanted.
But that would ever happen. she loved him, adored him, needed him too much to ever go.
She was thinking of the late nights, the missed calls, the cold spot against her back when ‘I’m sorry baby, I know we had reservations, but what can I do? It’s a really important case.’ happened again.
She entwined one hand with his. Saw the shining band of gold on her finger and his and wondered when their vows came to mean so little to him.
She splayed her other hand against her still flat tummy and wondered if the new life she carried would bring him back home…or drive him further away.
She watched the night turn to dawn and wondered what he saw in her. Was it the same thing that had drawn them together? But no, it couldn’t be. ‘It was love at first sight.’ he told her. Surely one didn’t fall in love like that more than once in a lifetime.
She wanted to ask him.
She never would.
It didn’t really matter, after all.
The child probably wasn’t his anyway.