Dylan’s Point of View
I picked up my phone to call Rowan at a red light when he texted me first.
“Hi beloved. I don’t want to be a helicopter husband, I just wanted to say hi and I hope you’re having fun running your errands. I’m watching tv.” I pouted my lips because I made such a thing about being a strong independent woman/vampire that didn’t need to be chaperoned by her husband constantly, and here I was missing him and wishing the light would turn green so I could get home sooner, I called him.
“Beloved!” he picked up after the first ring.
“Hi baby.”
“You got my text?”
“I did. I was about to call you when I got it” The light finally turned.
“You were? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I missed you. Turns out you being a helicopter husband isn’t so bad after all.”
“It isn’t!?”
