They embraced in the unhurried manner of people who’d loved each other their whole lives. Abby leaned into the warm bulk of him, waiting for their breath to synchronize. The baby fluttered inside her, and she lost her bearings in the entwinement, worried that her news might change everything. David pulled back to take her in. “Rebecca and Peony went to Martha’s Vineyard for the day,” he said, tucking a strand of strawberry hair behind her ear. “So, we can have the whole afternoon to ourselves.” He started kissing her neck.
