be the best wife she possibly could for her husband.
She didn’t jump when she felt hands cover hers, just tilted her face upwards when those hands pulled hers away so lips could kiss hers.
“We got this,” Ulrich declared, holding her hands to his heart. “We got this on lock.”
“Damn straight we do,” Rosita agreed, squeezing his hands.
He smiled and sat right next to the bed, leaning his head against her shoulder and letting his exhaustion overtake him.
Her poor baby.
Kissing Ulrich’s temple briefly, Rosita followed him into dreamland with a smile on her face, knowing that instead of being seriously fucked, she was definitely, indomitably, seriously loved.
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