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“I know” I nod, but I still feel like I ht cry

I wasn’t sad when I moved out of my parents’ house and into the dorms, and I wasn’t sad when Iwith me if everyone else wasn’t equally as sad

He touches his fingers tolower lip “Don’t cry,” he pleads

I suck in a lungful of air, using it to help tamp down my emotions “I don’t knohy I’m so emotional” I smile weakly

He places his hands on either side ofdeal,” he reasons “It’s kind of crazy to think that we’ve been married for almost three years and we’ve never actually lived just the two of us”

“Whoa” My eyes widen “What if you get sick of me after a week and want a divorce?”

He laughs and shakes his head, his shaggy black hair falling into his eyes “Not a chance If I’ve lived twenty-six years—twenty-three with you alive—and haven’t gotten sick of you yet, then I think we’re safe” He taps his finger to my nose “Besides, I don’t think there are any hidden quirks about to suddenly surface I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I already know the good, bad, and the ugly”

I fight a smile and pretend to be mad “Is that so?” I raise a brow “And what exactly is the bad and the ugly”

“You forgot the good,” he points out

“Okay, the good too then”

“Well, let’s see” He grins and holds up his fingers to tick them off “Good—you have the kindest heart, you’re funny, you like the saoes on and on As for the bad, you hatebecause I happen to love the to plan” He slurs ” He lowers his head and brushes his lips overto the shell of ly—well, you’re kind of terrifying when you wake up Your hair’s a et some coffee”

“Xander,” I scoff, and swat at his arm

He laughs and dodges me easily, not that it would’ve fazed hiuy, but thanks to the last couple of years of playing professional football he’s really bulked up now

“Corabs my hips and hoists ”

I wrinkle my nose in distaste “Don’t remind me”