Chapter 110 One hundred and nine

• Crooked nose. Plump lips. Tousled hair falling over closed eyelids, hand tucked under the pillow. Propping my chin on my palms, my head tilts to the side as I watch my husband sleep. His hand blindly reaches for the spot I once occupied, his lips pucker. One of his eyes pops open at the giggles coming from me and a smile lifts his lips as he stretches.
• “Good morning, baby,” I say and sweep his hair off his forehead. “How was your night?”
• “Fine,” he says as his eyes roam over me. He scoots to a sitting position, a frown replaces his smile. I throw my head back and my lips pucker. “What are you doing on the floor?”