Aaron turned his head to look at his wife, who was now resting her head against his shoulder as she held their son. She had been turning to him for comfort progressively more over time but he wasn't sure what that meant.
Was she simply playing her role as his wife or did she actually like him even a little bit? She had just complimented him in a roundabout way. She wanted one of their kids to look like him.
He hoped they looked like her because he loved her…so what was her logic? Just because she found him attractive? She wasn't that shallow.
The curiosity had been eating him alive for a while, especially since she seemed more and more dependent on him as she got further along in the pregnancy. Did she like him or not? Aaron wanted to ask but was afraid to hear her answer.
