One of the perks of having a president as a husband is that by merely hooking my finger and beckoning, I can call him back into bed from the ground.
"Not fully rested yet? Hmm?" Joshua Sulliven lay beside Keira Leaf, holding her tightly, feeling increasingly degenerate with this woman.
Curled up in his arms, Keira Leaf spoke in a soft voice, "I've slept enough, just that I missed you."
Joshua Sulliven smiled, "Aren't I under your watch every day, scared that I might run away?"
Keira Leaf pouted her lips and remained silent, still clinging to him, refusing to get up.
Joshua Sulliven's fingers gently wove through her hair, realizing it must be Alice Smith's death that had brought her spirits down.
Gestational mood swings are common, but he didn't expect her to have gone through so much, so it's not surprising to find her often anxious.
