That night, after finishing dinner as a family and spending extra time coaxing Oliver into brushing his teeth twice instead of once, Evelyn and Axel were finally able to retreat to their bedroom.
Axel closed the door behind them with a soft click. The moment he turned around, he paused.
Evelyn was standing near the bed, arms loosely folded, her head tilted slightly to one side.
There was a distinct look on her face. One perfectly shaped eyebrow was arched, and her lips were gently pouted, as if she were holding back a thousand questions in her mind.
Axel can't help but smile, knowing what his wife wants to talk about.
He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms.
"Why does my wife look like she wants to devour me?" he teased, lowering his head to capture her lips.
Evelyn leaned back just in time, narrowly escaping his kiss.
