I woke up to find the bed empty and I sat upright and listened. Charlotte was in the kitchen. I went downstairs and stood looking at her from the doorway. She jumped when she saw me and I started laughing as her hand went to her chest.
“Don’t do that!” she said as she put the kettle on.
“Sorry,” I said. “Breaking in the kitchen?”
“You can’t possibly know how happy I am at this moment,” she said.
“I guess being married to me would do that,” I said and she slapped me on the arm.
“Being in our own house again,” she said and I laughed.
“I felt that way last night already as I listened to you snore,” I said and she turned around abruptly.
“I do not snore!” she said.
“No, of course you don’t,” I said and laughed.
“You should go get William. I’m sure he’s also eager to come home,” she said.
“Can I have coffee first?” I asked her just as the kettle stopped boiling.
“I hope you didn’t plan a vacation or honeymoon of sorts,” she said as she started to make coffee.
“Why?”
“We have fourteen weeks
