Brian propped his head on his arm, eyes narrowing with a teasing glint as he said slowly, “Honey, I cradled you through the night.”

Rosalynn's thoughts scrambled for clarity.

“And who granted you the right to embrace me all night?" she countered.

Raising an eyebrow, Brian retorted, “You're my wife. Do I need permission from anyone else to hold you?"

Rosalynn's mind stalled.