POP ROCK

by Charity Ferrell

  I look back at the sound of a door shutting when Knox gets out of the car. “I think she’s going to love it,” he whispers to me, stopping at my side. “I hope she loves it.”

  I take his hand in mine. “So do I.”

  He leans back against the hood. “This is the life, sunshine.”

  I laugh. “Is this the life you imagined you’d have ten years ago?”

  “Did I imagine I’d be married to the most beautiful, magnificent woman in the world while still selling records and having a house in Houston with rugrats running around? No. I never imagined I would be this happy.”

  “Secret of the day, I love you,” I whisper.

  “Secret of the day, I love you more.”

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