“We’ve done this before, sitting beside each other like this, and you even kissed me,” I reminded her. “I know. But that was just a peck, and it’s just kind of strange knowing what’s going to happen all day. It’s increasing my anxiety.” I raised my eyebrows. She planned our sex life according to her ovulation. Sara grimaced and let out an embarrassed laugh. “Hypocritical of me, right?” “You’re my wife, and I won’t ever badmouth you, but since you were the one who called you hypocritical…”
