She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

"Go check on him for a moment-I'll be there right away."

following his lead. Lately, she'd wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong

on his

her silk robe and got up to find

feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it was already

how Henry had run a fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first

rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take care of

wanted to go

could see the worry in

son too-I don't want

past few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All he wished

up, so she nodded and said nothing

was

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

rushed upstairs to the guest room. Little Henry was curled

whispering, "Mommy...

called for his mom. Old habits die hard,

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