Page 111 of Accidentally in Love

She laughed and slapped my hand away. “Go home and talk to your husband. He snapped at me like three times yesterday.”

I grimaced. “Sorry.”

“He’s so grumpy!”

“He’s my grump,” I muttered.

“Then go make-up with him. Geez, everyone is walking on eggshells around him lately.”

I frowned. “I’m sorry. That’s my fault.”

“Then do something about it!”

I hugged her tightly, and we walked back downstairs. I said goodbye to my dad and Gemma and then went out to my car. On the drive back to Drakesville, I thought about what they both said.

Dad was right. I always ran at the first suggestion of trouble. The thought of losing the baby and Nolan at the same time made me irrational. It made me look for enemies that weren’t there. It wasn’t fair for him to deal with that.

Everyone talks about how hard marriage is, but I thought it was a myth. I thought that was just what people in awful marriages said. I didn’t want a divorce, but I needed to fix the rift between Nolan and me.

The house was dark when I got home, and Nolan was nowhere to be found. I sighed as I laid in bed and set my alarm. I would have to wait for the morning to make things right. I might call out sick because repairing my marriage and making sure my husband knew he was my everything was way more important than teaching Beowulf.

Chapter Twenty-Six

NOLAN

I slid into bed late and tried not to wake Avery. Since we visited the hospital, things between us haven’t been great. I was trying to give her space, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I should do that. I didn’t want this fight to linger on. I wanted to fix our marriage before it got more messed up.

I made a lot of mistakes in my first marriage. Kath and I didn’t want the same things, but I also never told her how I felt. If I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Avery, I needed to fight for her.

When I asked if she would be home for dinner, it was because I wanted to fix things. When she told me she was at her dad’s, I went back to the brewery and worked my ass off. Mostly just to keep my mind off the fact my marriage was crumbling.

Avery stirred as I got into bed.

“Nolan?” she whispered.

“Shush, go back to sleep.”

Her eyes popped open. “No. We should talk.”

“In the morning. Go back to sleep,” I urged and kissed her forehead.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“No, I’m really sorry.”

I curled around her and kissed her neck. My hand went protectively to her stomach. The thought of losing our baby had been scary, but everything was fine now. Avery went to the doctor the next day, and they thought nothing was wrong. They weren’t sure why it happened, but since it was just some spotting, it wasn’t cause for concern. I didn’t blame her for freaking out. I had been freaking out, too.

She put her hand over mine, and I heard her sniffle.

“Oh, Avs, don’t cry,” I cooed at her.

She shifted, so we were face-to-face in the dark of our bedroom. “I’m sorry for fighting with you. For making you think you weren’t enough for me. I felt like I wasn’t enough for you.”

I caressed her cheek. “I know you were scared about losing our baby. But, Avs…”

“What?”