Patrick

“Thanks, Belinda,” Carrie told the girl as she left the room. “I am starving,” she said as her husband lifted the tray to reveal the succulent roast beef and baby potatoes. “And lemon meringue pie.” She sighed theatrically. “I have just died and gone to food heaven!”

*****

They both stood by the cot and watched while he slept. It was a little past one, and he had just gone back to sleep after she had breastfed him. Carrie reached for her husband’s hand, and he pulled her into his arms. The little one had such long lashes, she thought lovingly. She never thought it was possible to feel the way she did about her son and his father. It was like her heart was full and overflowing! “He is perfect,” she murmured softly.

“He is.” Patrick tightened his grip around her body. “Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to feel like this.”

“Me neither.” She looked up at him. “I thought that my life had taken a backward turn after I lost my job and had to take that job waitressing at the club with all those rich stuck up people.” She grinned up at him as he glowered at her. “Not you of course, my sweet loving husband.”

He tilted her chin and kissed her roughly on the mouth. She wrapped her hands around his neck and stood on her toes to deepen the kiss.

“Carrie,” he groaned, lifting her and taking her to the sofa where he sat with her on his lap. “You are stirring me up, baby.”