Status Updates From At Whit's End (Wells Ranch,...

"The sound of her laughter fills the house, and possibly the entire neighbourhood. But when we crash onto the mattress, neither of us fight it. I curl around her, slipping a hand under her shirt to feel her warm, soft belly against my palm. And she intertwines my other hand with hers, tucking them both under her head. It's where we fall asleep for what I hope is the first night of forever."

"Hurt me. Whip me. Choke me. Walk me like a dog."

"Perfect. Block off August thirteenth on your calendar for the next few years. You'll have a wedding to attend for one of them, and then you can count on babysitting a grandbaby or two for quite a few anniversaries after."