The Sketchy Guest

“Did you ever imagine a day would come when we will both be in the room, sharing the same duvet cover and making love under the rising sun?” Brett asked the next morning as she opened her eyes from her sleep. She’d slept on his muscular chest the whole night, enjoying the sound of his beating heart.

“No,” Naya admitted. “If someone came from the future and told me that I would marry you, I would never agree at all. I would think the person is crazy.”

“It’s funny how life works, isn’t it?” He kissed her forehead. “It is the person you least expect that makes your heart ponder.”

Naya smiled. She adjusted herself on his chest and cuddled him closely.

“All I want is for this moment to last forever, that’s all. I want nothing more. I promise,” she said softly.

“It will,” he assured her. “We just need to find the time to be all by ourselves. Just you and I,” he caressed her arm softly. She gazed at him sweetly and kissed him on the lips.

“Just you and I,” she repeated. “My baby’s daddy,