When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

“You’re up early,” he said.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He kissed my cheek. “Thinking about baby stuff again?”
I almost dropped the mug.
He had the nerve to say it with tenderness.
“Maybe,” I said.
He sighed and rubbed my shoulder. “Audrey, we’ve talked about this. Stress doesn’t help.”
I looked at him then. Really looked.
The smooth face. The expensive haircut. The continue reading …