When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

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 wedding ring. The practiced concern.

“Right,” I said. continue reading …