The Father of Her Babies

"Hmm ..." A word came out of Angeline's mouth as she leaned on her husband's shoulder. "I'm sorry; I hope you're not disappointed again, but I can't shake it off. My eyelids are getting heavy…."

"No, I'm happy that you got it out. I'll be here for you. Have a good night's sleep."

"Hmm…" She hugged him tightly. She felt like she was floating in a dreamland.

Jacob smiled. In those moments, what mattered to him was that his wife was safe on the brink of danger. He didn't need to look at Angeline's face, but he was sure that her eyes were closed as she fell asleep as she wanted to happen, to sleep without interruption. A simple wish.

Jacob acted carefully when he stood up and carried his wife and lay her on the bed slowly. And he restrained himself at the seductive image of his wife without a veil. When Angeline opened her eyes, her hand was still hanging around her husband's neck. 

"Sorry, I'm too sleepy," she whispered.