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His eyes widen.

"Please."

"Are you alright?"

I can only laugh at how seriously he asks this.

Oh, if only he knew!

Knowing that God chose him for me, and me for him...

It's liberating, and I'm feeling so, so fearless and dizzy with joy all at once that I just have to...

Sylvain jerks in surprise when I suddenly straddle him. "What do you think—"

"I love you," I declare, "and I really want you inside of me."

But my husband wouldn't have it, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from lowering myself on him.

"I love you, too—"

Is it just me...

"But now isnot—"

...or does the room seems to have started shaking?

Sylvain stops speaking, and when we look into each other's eyes—

Oh no.

We spring into action at the same time while the room continues to shudder as if hit by seizures, Sylvain tossing me his shirt while he grabs his pants from the bottom of the bed.

I'm ready to make a run for it as soon as we emerge from the blanket, but I've only managed to jump off the bed when Sylvain suddenly grabs my wrist, asking, "Do you trust me?"

Seriously?

When an earthquake, a bomb, or God knows what is about to kill us—

He really has to ask thatnow?