“What’s wrong,” I asked her gently, closing the gap between us but not invading her personal space. “Don’t,” she muttered and rubbed along her stomach while scrunching up her face. I went to kiss the sweet skin on the side of her neck, happy to continue our romantic routine, but my wife pulled away from my touch. We’d been trying for a baby for this whole past week and it actually felt natural and more exciting this time after we had made up. You happy?” I got closer, snaking my hands around her waist and moving to nuzzle the crook of her neck. “You’re early.” “Yeah, we decided to call it a night. At first I didn’t notice how she didn’t really kiss back much. Smiling I walked over to her and pecked her lips. I opened the front door that leads to our apartment and was happy to see by the kitchen isle. The progress we made with the new album tunes made it worth it though. It felt weird not to extend our jam sessions into the nightly hours but on the other hand we had all been cutting on sleep for too long. I arrived home at about 6.30pm – the first early evening in weeks. Eyes closed she exhaled deeply, trying to breath off the pain.
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