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but without the obvious muscle
detail. I was pretty sure her thighs were an extension of her legs
and not the fleshy bastards I carried around. In the hip department
I was doing okay not too much and not too little. I could obviously
bare children without any medical assistance. I fought to tear my
gaze away from my naked frame not because of my conceit but because
I was feeling overwhelmed.
    Our warm bed was a welcomed respite from the
day’s events. I slipped happily beneath the warm comforter drifting
off to a restful sleep in spite of my unease. Eventually Mark found
his way to my side of the bed and I gladly snuggled into his
embrace. Some time during the night I felt his body cover me as he
whispered softly in my ear. “I love you Eva.”
    “I love you too Mark, always and forever,” I
replied back without hesitation. Mark covered me in tender kisses
as he pulled the gown over my head. I ran my hands the length of
his chest as he slipped out of his pajama bottoms. My husband made
slow beautiful love to me for the next half hour. Throughout he
murmured declarations of love and moaned my name repeatedly. It was
a sign of our faith and commitment to one another that left me
wonderfully content. No matter what happened this previous night my
husband assured me as best he could that I would always and forever
be number one.
    *****
    The next few weeks rolled by seemingly
business as usual, with one notable exception. My husband and I
were in absolute bliss. We could barely keep our hands off one
another. It was wonderful as we plied each other with fond
affection daily. This was never lacking in our relationship
previously it was now just on hyper speed. I was able to see Nicole
without feeling any lingering effects. A few times Mark dropped
Sabrina off to her dance class without being overtly affected by
Nicole’s presence. I wasn’t sure but it seemed her unknowing
interference in our marriage at the time was a godsend. We learned
to never take what we had for granted in the little time her
influence came into our lives. I was appreciative that my husband
and I could sort of renew our vows to one another without the crazy
ceremony. This reaffirmation was done almost every day.
    I know I speak very little of my kids in this
narrative and its not that we were neglectful or they weren’t
important. They have and will always be our most precious gift to
this world. I leave out most of their daily ministrations during
this time because in this narrative I do not want to make them the
object of focus. My kids do not need me to generate their words
during this time for them. Perhaps someday they will give their
account of what happened until such time I choose to protect them
by leaving them out whenever possible. If it is necessary to
mention them to move the story then I will include them. With that
being said the kids could tell something was happening or had
happened. The public display of affection on steroids with my
husband had them all cringing and rejoicing at the same time. It
solidified our marriage in their eyes while still remaining gross
to see your parents making out in the kitchen.
    I was feeling so confident in my home life
that I jumpstarted my social life. I ventured out with the seven
women I had once belonged to an unofficial sorority with in
college. With all of our busy lives getting together was not an
easy task. It was their contrasting personalities that inspired me
to write my book series. Shantell, the pediatrician, was the
official best friend. We have known each other since middle school
when we both crushed on Terrance Harper. Amy, a public accountant,
was my partner in crime during our prankster days in college. Amy
was courted by every sorority but always managed to upset them by
refusing to join. They just didn’t see why a pretty blond haired
blue-eyed girl with an affluent upbringing would want to hang
around a bunch of minorities. Amber, a middle school Spanish
teacher, was our resident