He checked on Sarah again, then each of his children, seeing them asleep, breathing softly, safe under his roof. He stopped in the doorway of his bedroom, taking in the small huddled form breathing softly. Laura had finally fallen asleep after the tension between them. He hated seeing the look of fear in her face. She’d said nothing more as he helped her clean up, doing the dishes, bathing the kids, and settling them all in for the night. At least she’d let him hold her, and even though he picked up on her uncertainty, he could feel how much she needed him. Neither Laura nor he were the same people they once had been. She’d come a long way from the thin waif of a maid working in his mother’s mansion, where he’d first laid eyes on her in that ugly sacklike dress, crouched on the floor, picking up the pieces of a shattered vase. She was now his wife, the mother of his children.
And he loved her.
Had he ever told her? He had showed her, he knew, in every touch, every kiss, every time he was buried inside of her, connected to her, closer than two could ever be. To him, it wasn’t just sex. There was a fine line, and he finally understood, having crossed over to a connection so deep he swore his soul had been touched, connecting and intertwining with hers. It was on a level he would never share with anyone, and it had made him who he was now. How different his life was today, away from Caroline and away from the influence of Todd.
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