Arabella needed no sleep and reassured her husband every time he gave her one of those concern-filled looks as they both dressed up for the day.
Once they were done and ready to go their separate ways, Silas held onto her and brought her closer, refusing to let go.
"I promise you, I am and will be more than fine," she smiled, playfully swaying her head from left to right.
"It's not that," he shook his head, "Well, yes. I am still worried but that's not the only thing I have in mind,"
"Out with it then!" she poked at his chest teasingly, "Or are you going to make me beg?"
As soon as she had uttered those words, regret settled in upon seeing the grin it yielded across his features.
"No, you beg me just enough without me even trying," he chuckled.
"That's not fair," she pouted and leaped in her spot like a child.
Silas let go of her to reach the inside pocket of his vest, before pulling a folded piece of paper out.
Arabella took it the instant he extended it her way.
