I slowly opened my eyes, and there he was, my husband, Thaddeus Whitlock,
his handsome face turned toward me as he slept. His eyes were peacefully
closed, and he looked like a child in slumber.
A soft smile graced my lips as I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him
to let out a little groan in his sleep. Gently, I brushed a few strands of his hair away from his face.
I slid the blankets off my legs, revealing my naked body, and took a deep
breath. Memories of our honeymoon here in Paris flooded my mind.
Thad had been doting on me, treating me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and he couldn't keep his hands off me.
With a sense of contentment, I rose from the bed and reached for his white
shirt, which I had playfully ripped off his chest the previous night. I draped it
over my body before heading into the bathroom.
I let out a groan as I prepared coffee in the kitchen. Thad had developed a
morning coffee ritual during our honeymoon, and I knew he'd be joining me soon.
My mother had been urging me to come back home and take a pregnancy
test, not understanding that Thad wanted our honeymoon to continue.
"Your honeymoon is almost a month long now, Sera. Anyway, let me know
when you come back home, okay?" She said before ending the call.
Sighing, I looked at my phone's screen and felt a pair of strong arms wrap
around my waist. I turned to see Thad, bare-chested, smiling down at me.
His eyes were still half-closed, a sign that he had just woken up.
"Good morning," I whispered, then kissed him softly.
"Is that coffee for me?" He asked as soon as I pulled away, his eyes on the
steaming cup.
I nodded and handed it to him. He took a sip and then set it down on the
counter.
"Shall we get back to work now?" He asked, taking my hand.
"What kind of work is that?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"The one we couldn't finish last night because you complained that your thigh was sore," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Thad, it's still sore," I fibbed.
"You can't fool me, Seraphina. My mother is pressuring me, and so is yours," he said, then effortlessly scooped me up in his arms. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"It's already past 9 am, Thad," I pointed out as he carried me towards the
bedroom.
Who cares?" He said, using his foot to open the door as we entered the room.
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