64. Nap

Emma eyed the various party planning papers across the floor of their living room. Selena had gone out with Diggy for the evening and so she invited Braeden over for dinner. He was working on his laptop, sending various emails out. He paused for a second and watched Emma. “Having trouble, love?” he asked, his brows furrowing.

“A little. What colour do you think would work best for the invitations?” she asked. She held up the two colours. “White or cream?”

He got up from the sofa, pulling Emma into an embrace. Pursing his lips, he eyed the option. “White.”