Page 19 of Stolen Wife

I’m up the stairs two steps at a time. “Are these okay? We’ll get you some more in the morning.”

“Thank you.” She goes back in there with a pair of clean underwear from the bag. I’m kind of glad that she has extras. When she comes out about five minutes later, she’s a bit unnerved.

“Are you upset?” She bites her lip and avoids eye contact.

“Why would I be?” If anything, I’m doing cartwheels in my head. She’s not pregnant, at least that we can tell.

“Because I probably made a mess on the bed.”

“Oh, shit. I haven’t even looked.” My thoughts were all about making her happy and hoping she wasn’t in pain, but I hadn’t thought of a mess. Frankly, I wouldn’t care. I move the covers, but there isn’t any blood anywhere, not even on the blanket. “Seems like we dodged that one. Come back to bed.”

“Um...Okay.” She climbs back in and I wrap her up in my arms.

“Get some sleep, Giada.”

“Goodnight, Santino.”

“Goodnight,” I whisper, brushing my lips on the top of her head.