Mark took there bags upstairs and put them in the bedroom that would now be theirs.
Hannah trailed behind him, feeling unsure of her self for the first time since they had got married.
"Hannah ya can change the house any way ya want to." Mark said.
Hannah looked up at him for the first time.
"Are you sure, I don't want to mess up the way you have things." Hannah said.
"Hannah I paid someone to decorate the place, it's your home now, ya can fix it up anyway ya want." Mark said.
"Okay." Hannah said.
"Are you hungry?" Hannah asked.
"Yea I could eat." Mark said.
Hannah sighed at least they were talking even if it was like strangers.
"I'll go down and fix us a bite." Hannah said turning to go.
Hannah tripped and fell forward.
Mark reached out and grabbed her before she could fall and pulled her back against him. He turned her around to see if she was okay lifting her chin to look at her.
"I guess some things never change." Hannah said smiling a little.
Mark grinned.
"I guess not, are ya okay?" He asked.
"Yes." Hannah said aware of the warmth of Marks body pressed against hers.
Mark noticed too, he wanted to toss her on the bed and make love to her, but he knew that wasn't going to solve their problem.
Mark let go of Hannah much to her disappointment. She turned and left the room. Mark sighed. He really wanted to tell her to do what the hell she wanted if things could go back to the way they were.
Hannah made her way down to the kitchen and pulled out steaks from the freezer. She set about thawing them out and made a salad while she waited. Hannah got everything going and made some coffee. She got a cup and went and set on the back deck.
Mark walked in the kitchen and seen dinner was cooking. He didn't see Hannah though. He walked to the back door and seen her sitting on the deck. He opened the door and walked out to join her. Hannah looked up at him.
Mark seen such love in her eyes, he couldn't resist a moment longer. He picked her up and she didn't resist her arms wound there way around his neck. Hannah laid her head on his shoulder relief coursing through her. Mark sat down in the chair with Hannah on his lap.
"I'm sorry." They both said at the same time and they laughed.
"Hannah I want ya to keep working, I was being unreasonable, I'm just used to having things my own way, it's not fair to you to ask ya to give up something you worked so hard for." Mark said.
Hannah smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I don't think I was being fair to you either Mark, I didn't even think about what you said before I rejected it. I been doing some thinking and I'm going to start looking for someone to take over more of my hours train them to run things when I'm not there. I'm going to cut my hours in half that way I'll be able to spend more time with you and the baby when we have one, does that sound fair to you?" Hannah asked.
Mark kissed her deeply burying his face in her hair breathing in her sweet scent. God he loved her.
He pulled back and kissed her playfully on the nose.
"That sounds more than fair." Mark said.
"I love you Mark, and you and our child will always come first before anything." Hannah said.
Mark nodded; she should have already known that.
"Same here baby." Mark said.
"Now our steaks are going to burn, if you don't let me up." Hannah said teasing him.
Mark kissed her.
"Maybe I don't care if they burn" Mark growled nipping at her lips.
Hannah giggled.
"I don't know Mark, your going to be awfully hungry if our food burns." Hannah said.
"Ill just have to find something else to eat." Mark said grinning wickedly at her.
Hannah tugged at his goatee.
"None of that mister, you other appetites will just have to wait till after dinner." Hannah said.
Mark reluctantly let her up.
"Okay, you're a strict little girl." Mark said pouting at her playfully.
"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you later." Hannah said winking at him and going back in the kitchen.
Mark stood there grinning like a school boy.
Things were going to be okay, he vowed he wasn't going to lose his temper like he had before, him and Hannah was capable of working things out without tearing each other apart. He grinned as he watched her. He was one lucky man.
"Mark the doorbell is ringing, can you get it." Hannah called to him.
Mark walked in the kitchen stopping long enough to kiss Hannah again at which she grinned.
"Ill be right back." Mark said and headed down the hallway to get the door.
He opened the door and his face fell.
"What the hell do ya want?" Mark asked.
"I want to see my daughter." Bradley said.
