Logan
I am about to knock again when the door swings open. I take a step back and look down at Emily as she exits the bathroom. She wears one of my T-shirts, the black fabric hanging loose on her body. I have to tear my gaze away, so I don't cross the boundary that would make her feel uncomfortable, especially seeing how sensitive she has been lately.
Like a f*****g goddess though. It makes me fall in love with her even more than I already am. I am so lucky to be your husband. It is weird that she is opting for baggy pajamas instead of ones that cling to her body like she usually prefers.
I am not complaining, though. I want her to be comfortable and to do what feels best for her, not to remain the same person throughout the years.
She barely looks up at me as she passes by, monitoring
