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“Yeah,” he counters. “It is.”
We spend the first week of our honeymoon snorkeling, relaxing, swimming, walking, reading, kayaking, and making love until my limbs are too weak to support me.
Several days before we’re due to leave, Forrest receives a call that his offer on the West University house I’d fallen in love with has been accepted.
I’m overjoyed.
The traditional house is everything I could have hoped for: cozy with a pool and spa, but with a yard that is still big enough for a swing set.
We’ll have neighbors nearby, along with parks and a school. Best of all, we’ll be within walking distance of coffee shops and restaurants.
The home is bigger than I would have preferred, but Forrest insisted we needed room to grow.
Which means he’s thinking of more babies.
When we return to Houston, there are moving vans at their River Oaks estate.
Dazed, I stare in amazement.
“We will be under the same roof every night from now on.” Forrest’s voice is flat with finality, leaving no room for arguments.
I marvel at how quickly everything happens, but I’m speechless at all the things they choose to leave behind.
“We want you to decorate the West U place according to your style,” Zev explains. “We’re only moving essentials, and those pieces can be donated when our new furnishings arrive.”
But I’m aghast when I discover he’s notified my apartment management company that I’ll be vacating my unit at the end of the week. Except for some of my clothing and toiletries, none of my belongings were moved to the new house.
True to their word, that night at bedtime, I’m wedged between them, Forrest’s palm resting on my belly.
When I try to wiggle away, he pulls me closer.
Which is pretty well how everything between us works.
As long as Forrest gets what he wants, marriage is fine.
The problem is, I’m getting tired of him making all my decisions without talking to me.
The happier he is, the more unhappy I am. And I don’t know how much longer I can go on that way.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Harper
My night’ssleep was terrible, haunted by nightmares of walls closing in around me.
When I was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, Forrest held me tighter, making me claustrophobic.
When he finally left the bed to get in his workout, I exhaled in relief.
I pretend to be asleep until Zev quietly gets up to go for his run. Then I wrap a robe around myself and head downstairs.
I’ll be glad when they’re both gone for the day, so I’ll have some time to myself.
And I know the first thing I’ll do.
Belatedly I realize it’s Saturday, and the three of us are supposed to meet our designer at a trendy baby furniture store in Uptown at ten.
It’s a task I can handle alone, or with Zev. As a duo, we work well together, unlike me and Forrest and our conflicting views on most things.