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His voice is deathly low, deathly quiet

Suddenly angry and frustrated, because I know Matt doesn’t seriously want me to stand by and watch a boy co down the hall, wordless

Wanting to cry for some up the stairs and to the residence

He releases me in my bedroom, exasperated, his frustration evident on his face

"What the hell was that?" he growls

"I’m sorry I scared you!" I yell "I was scared too! I didn’t want to make a scene in the Oval--that’s like sacred space But all the attention was onof the little boy" My voice breaks and in to quiver I purse them

His eyes darken as he looks at me He works the back muscle of his jaw like there’s no to to hug , Charlotte, but for the love of god," he rips the last word out, trying to sound patient but failing as he takes , "think of what could have happened to you You’re over fouryourself toomuch I don’t like it"

"I’ to do my part the best I can I like what I do, and with the baby on the way I’ to do as much as possible before it’s born You’ve been so busy, and I don’t like it when I start to aze to his throat, ht to see if you come to bed and I always fall asleep before you do I want to s that I don’t have ti of that I’ of you and when I’ll be with you"

"Go on," he says, thickly, squeezing h"

Silence

His tone turns gruff with esan incredible job out there I’m proud of you" He runs his knuckles down my cheek, his expression so intense, I’rabs the back ofhis forehead to mine

"I think of when I’ll be done so I can coet there you’re asleep I sit on the chair in my room, just like the one you have here in yours, and I watch you, and I watch you dreaood dreams, sometimes you’re restless, and I do this" he strokes my hair, "and you settle down And I don’t want to catch some sleep because those hours are the only hours when the de on me, and the few hours I have you to myself, and I don’t want to rab hiain and takes control of the kiss, deepening it