The Forbidden (The Forbidden Clause #1)

Moving In

It didn’t happen in boxes. It didn’t happen in trips.

It happened in decisions he made before I woke.

By the time I stepped into what would become my home office, it was already perfect.

Bookshelves installed. Desk facing the skyline.

My favorite pens tucked neatly into the drawer.

“If it’s not perfect,” he said, “tell me. I’ll fix it. ”

“It’s perfect,” I whispered.

He didn’t smile often. But he did then. That night, he cooked for me. Massaged my feet. Read articles about twin pregnancies like he was preparing for battle. And I thought: Maybe I get this. Maybe I get love. Maybe I get a life bigger than the pain.