9. Getting To Know My Wife

Of course, I was dressed and ready with five minutes to spare. So I sat on the sofa waiting, drinking a glass of water. Copeland finally made his way down the stairs. I pretended not to notice him, but how could I not? Copeland walked before me, tucking his shirt down in his jeans.

'I can't believe I'm married to this man!' He's even more handsome now than he was three years ago. But, then, his early twenties only touched the surface of what he has become today.

My goodness! Copeland had the perfect butt, and his jeans seemed to take pleasure in cupping it just right. A well-fitted T-shirt that showed off those broad manly shoulders. Copeland's hair is perfectly combed and in place. I sank into my chair, sipping my water as I shifted my eyes in another direction.

"I see it still takes you forever to get dressed?" I uttered.

"I still have a minute before I'm actually on time. Thank you very much, Mrs. Morton!"

Copeland smiled as the feeling of freedom eased it's way back into h