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."

air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if

half-dressed, pulling on his shirt with

her silk robe and got up to

aware she must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted

remembered how Henry had run a fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood how much Jessica had gone through all

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

wanted to go with

the worry in

stomachache," he reassured her. "Don't worry. He's my son too-I don't want

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

didn't want to hold him up, so she

the door. Sheila was pacing

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

was curled up in a ball,

whispering,

his mom.

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