AS MINAH approached her and Asher’s room, a strange nervousness settled in her chest.
She was sure he was already there, resting. She had deliberately taken her time going upstairs to their room. Asher had seen her chatting with Paul and Mommy Anne earlier, so he had gone ahead.
She just hoped he was already asleep.
Carefully, she opened the door to their room. She saw Asher lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. The lights were already off, with only the bedside lamps on either side of their bed still glowing softly.
Minah went straight to the walk-in closet and grabbed her sleepwear—a matching pajama set.
When she glanced at the buttons on her pajama top, a particular memory flashed through her mind—how she had once been annoyed while unbuttoning Asher’s pajama top during an intim
