TRISTAN'S POV
I stood in a corner in the room and watched as my wife and her mother cuddled each other and shared an intriguing moment I had never had the opportunity of having with my mom.
As much as I envy them, I still loved the sight that was displayed before me and I sighed in satisfaction that finally Laureen was calmed from yesterday's hurt. I knew she had only forgotten it for a while and would remember all of it again, when this had passed. I so dreaded that moment, no matter how much I denied it in my head.
This morning had been a very sensitive one. I don't know what had pulled me to make advances towards her, but I could say for sure that silky nightwear definitely had a hand in it, and she didn't help by proving not to be affected by me, so, I wanted to show her I was a lik
