Shaking his head in amazement, Rafe chuckled.
"Get over here," he said, extending his arms to his surprise visitor.
The blonde giggled again and slid comfortably onto his lap. Embracing her husband's neck, Alison Kovich pulled his lips to hers, where they met in a lingering kiss.
"I missed you so much," Rafe murmured, burying his face in her sweet-smelling mane.
Alison smiled. How she was ever fortunate enough to find a man like Rafe, she had no idea. All she did know was that she was never letting him go.
"Where'd you start this time?" she asked playfully.
"28," sounded a muffled reply from her shoulder.
Alison laughed.
"That's good. Sometimes you start in the hundreds."
Dropping a light kiss on her shoulder, Rafe lifted his head to face his wife.
"I was too busy to count much today, but," he paused, "I was only-"
He glanced at the clock.
"24 minutes off."
Giggling softly, Alison pressed her lips against his once more.
"Hey," Rafe thought out loud, pulling away from her kiss suddenly. "What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to meet you at work."
"No, I got off early," she admitted reluctantly. "I had a doctor's appointment."
"Are you okay?" Rafe questioned his wife, his brow furrowing in worry.
Alison brightened at his inquiry, and she shook her head gently.
"No, Rafe, I'm not sick."
Rafe caressed her face lightly, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Then what is it, angel?"
Exhaling sharply, Mrs. Kovich took her husband's hands in her own. She didn't know how to break the news to him, news that would change their lives forever.
"We're pregnant."
"Get over here," he said, extending his arms to his surprise visitor.
The blonde giggled again and slid comfortably onto his lap. Embracing her husband's neck, Alison Kovich pulled his lips to hers, where they met in a lingering kiss.
"I missed you so much," Rafe murmured, burying his face in her sweet-smelling mane.
Alison smiled. How she was ever fortunate enough to find a man like Rafe, she had no idea. All she did know was that she was never letting him go.
"Where'd you start this time?" she asked playfully.
"28," sounded a muffled reply from her shoulder.
Alison laughed.
"That's good. Sometimes you start in the hundreds."
Dropping a light kiss on her shoulder, Rafe lifted his head to face his wife.
"I was too busy to count much today, but," he paused, "I was only-"
He glanced at the clock.
"24 minutes off."
Giggling softly, Alison pressed her lips against his once more.
"Hey," Rafe thought out loud, pulling away from her kiss suddenly. "What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to meet you at work."
"No, I got off early," she admitted reluctantly. "I had a doctor's appointment."
"Are you okay?" Rafe questioned his wife, his brow furrowing in worry.
Alison brightened at his inquiry, and she shook her head gently.
"No, Rafe, I'm not sick."
Rafe caressed her face lightly, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Then what is it, angel?"
Exhaling sharply, Mrs. Kovich took her husband's hands in her own. She didn't know how to break the news to him, news that would change their lives forever.
"We're pregnant."