“I’m the lucky one.” He leaned down to Fanny’s ear to whisper, “But you haven’t seen me at my best yet. Just wait. You are going to be so spoiled in the years ahead. I promise to never stop loving you. No matter how round you get.”
Fanny laughed softly. “I’ll hold you to that when I’m only capable of waddling and get stuck in a chair the way Rebecca did at Christmas.”
“I promise to love you no matter what,” Jeremy vowed. He went to work on Fanny’s back, kneaded away the stresses of her day. When she was nearly asleep, he gently turned her and she smiled dreamily up at him. And Jeremy considered himself the luckiest man alive—he’d found his home.