Mia pulls my arms tighter around her. “People warned us the honeymoon phase would end.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll revive it when I can take you on a real honeymoon.” I place a kiss on her head the moment the alarm starts to blare again.
Mia’s groan nearly matches its volume as I reach over her to turn it off.
“Sorry, baby, I think our time’s up. I’ve got to get to workouts, and your mom will be here soon.” Another groan cuts me off. “But hold on, I have a surprise coming for you.”
Her eyes pop open. “What surprise?”
“I think you know better than to ask that question.”
“Adam.”
“Mia.”
If my brain wasn’t the one in charge of moving my body, I’d say fuck everything else and just stay in this bed with Mia, but I’m past borrowed time.
Mia holds up a hand for me to help sit her up. Her eyes blink hard a few times before letting out a deep breath. “I have to pee, to shock literally no one. I’m pretty sure your daughter thinks my bladder is a weird-looking soccer ball.”
I laugh. “She gets her athletic ability from her dad.”
Mia’s shoulders fall and this soft smile comes to her face. “Don’t do that. You know I lose all my brattiness whenyoutalk about us being her parents.”
Stepping to her side of the bed, I take her hand again to help her out of bed. “You know, the new pool they have is to guess who she’s going to look like. I’m hoping she has her mom’s bright blue eyes.”
“Stop. I don’t want to be excited first thing in the morning. I get until…” Mia glances at the time. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at the training facility in twenty minutes?”
Yes, I am. I’m really trying not to think about it.
Mia does her best to stand up quickly, but that only makes her bathroom issue worse as she rocks on her feet. “Quit helping me, you’re going to be late. You hate being late.”
“It’s okay?—”
Mia cuts me off with a quick kiss and taps my chest. “I love you, bye.”
She tries to side-step me, but I gently catch her arm and bring her back. My lips are on hers before she can argue further. I know I need to leave; we’re practicing for the division playoffs, but this is the first time in nearly nine months that I truly have time with Mia without having a game or needing to be on a plane later in the day.
Mia pushes back with a hum. “You’ve missed your ten-minute window and at this point, you’re nearing normal-people late.”
I tilt my head back. “I know, I’m going. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“I’ll be here with my mother…and waiting for that surprise. Will I know it when I see it?”
“You really will.” I plant a lingering kiss to her forehead.
Her hand wraps around my wrist, then pauses for a moment before pulling it down and tugging me toward the door. “Apparently I’m going to have to force you out.”
“It seems that way.” I pull her back for one real final kiss. “I’m going this time, I swear.”
“Mm-hmm, well, I’m going to get somewhat ready before my mother gets here. The less nitpicking I have to deal with, the better.”
“Relief will be here soon.”
Mia’s eyes narrow. “As in, you’ll be back soon, or…”
Right, like I’ll fall for that. I can’t resist one more quick kiss and finally find the willpower to leave our bedroom.
Her groan has a smile coming to my face and gets bigger when I hear the knock at the door. Somewhat perfect timing, I guess.
