"Yes. I can't wait for her to meet Naomi. She's going to fall in love."
"Where is my baby?"
"Naomi? Taking a nap."
"For how long?" he asked.
"Usually about an hour. Like always."
"No, how long has she been sleeping?"
"Oh, I just put her down. I sat down to finish this like two minutes before you walked in."
Owen smiled at me and raised his eyebrows.
I knew what he was asking.
He leaned against me just the right way.
The answer to his question was a resounding yes. I felt a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. It was a familiar feeling of anticipation, urgency, and need.
I was thankful that our daughter had just fallen asleep. She was tired, too, she had been up since early this morning.
I stashed my needle and thread on the table, and I smiled up at my husband, biting my lip and flirting with him.
Owen smiled back at me as he took my hand, and the rest was history.
The End