I greet Roger at the door, and before I go, I instantly call out for my wife. “Precious.” I check the living room, and a frown appears on my face for just a second.
Ignoring that, I go to the kitchen and rest the bags on the counter before drinking a glass of water. There's no need to worry about Monique; I'm sure she can be somewhere upstairs.
I call for her a few more times, and just as the panic started to set in, I go inside our bedroom, and I immediately calm down when I see my love peacefully sleeping in the middle of the bed, all curled up and warm and still in her outside outfit. She must've been extremely tired.
I shake my head in relief, and a sigh leaves my lips as I take in the sight of my pregnant wife, assessing her facial features and what skin I could see to make sure she was okay.
Feeling at peace, I rest the bags down on the little glass table by the couch and immediately stroll to the closet in search of a lighter, more breezy outfit for her to wear.