My ol' lady isn't laying down for a nap, but she does look sick. She's paler than normal, her normally glossy hair is flat and dead-looking, and she's crying. Which made me rush to her immediately. I got on my knees in front of her and grabbed her small hands in one of mine. I cupped her cheek with my other hand and looked into her eyes.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked.
Bly sniffled as her lips parted, but no words came out. I tried to be patient, to wait for her to muster up the words. The longer she just stared at me with those tear-filled eyes though, the more worried I was getting.
"Dimples, you're freaking me out," I said gently.
"I..." She trailed off before blowing out a breath. Then she pulled her hands from mine and wiped her cheeks. I rested my hands on her hips as she took a f
