“Ben?” Came my wife’s voice, penetrating the silence that had worked so hard to bring the colorful world of the novel I was reading to life.
I reflexively closed the book on my finger, knowing I would have to get up soon.
“Yes?” I called back toward the office, where she was sitting at her desk.
“Yes, babe?” I repeated patiently.
“Come here real quick.” she finally responds, obviously engrossed in whatever she was doing.
I paused, knowing exactly what would happen next. Pulling my makeshift bookmark, a sticky note folded in half, from the back pages of the book, I stood and set it down on the arm of the chair.
Moments later, I stood over her desk in the office; expectant. My hand gently ran through her dark hair. I admired the shape of her neck.
Then, she finally looked up. “Um…nothing. I got it.”
Deep breath. I give her a quizzical look and sigh noticeably.
Back to my book. Good thing I love her so much.