Madeline's POV
I couldn't stop looking at my husband while eating our dinner, and I felt afraid if this was just a dream. I want to be alone with him, and I can't wait to tell him the good news.
"Please tell me that I am not dreaming," I whispered.
"Of course, you are not dreaming, Madeline, and I don't want this to be a dream either." My husband said, and I blushed because it was not my intention to say it aloud. I felt so thrilled when he wiped the smeared sauce on the side of my mouth with his fingers, and I couldn't stop having butterflies on my stomach; and I remember the feeling of excitement that I had felt on the first night that I met Hunter. And tonight, I can't stop my heart from racing.
