Violet
I woke Sunday morning with my husband's arm wrapped around my waist.
My husband.
A smile immediately pulled at my lips.
Yesterday morning, I'd woken up engaged to Doom.
Last night, I'd gone to bed married to him.
Legally, I was now Mrs. Hansen.
That still felt strange.
I rolled carefully in Doom's arms.
His eyes opened.
“Morning, husband.”
His expression changed immediately.
Apparently, that word did things to him.
“My f*****g wife.”
Doom rolled me beneath him and kissed me.
I laughed against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Yesterday had been exactly what I wanted.
Jeans.
His bike.
The courthouse.
No giant wedding or months of planning.
Just me and the man I loved deciding it was time.
Then the baby monitor came alive.
Thane started fussing.
Doom
