Jeffrey's hand reached for her forehead but he stopped midway. If she had lost her trust in him, he will show her again and again how much he loved her.
First, he needed to schedule her a proper check-up. Her safety and privacy had to come before everything else. And then… the wedding.
He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Letting the warm water run down over his shoulders and chest, he leaned against the tile, thoughts swirling. This wedding, wouldn't be simple. Not because she didn't deserve simplicity, but because he wanted to give her more. He needed the world to know he had chosen her. That he loved her. That he was hers. He wanted the gesture to match the depth of his love.
She might not want grandeur, but he needed to show her she was worth a thousand grand gestures.
When he returned to the bedroom, she had shifted, still asleep but turned toward the window now, brows slightly knit. He hesitated. Was she cold? Or uncomfortable? Or maybe...
