Vinson found Arielle as a bundle beneath the quilt she had thrown over herself after he exited the bathroom. Upon realizing that she was embarrassed, he walked over gingerly to the hospital bed.
“Stick out your head, Sannie,” Vinson said as he made to tug on Arielle’s quilt. “You must be suffocating.”
“Leave me alone! I’m never coming out.”
Far from being irritated at her stubbornness, Vinson thought the muffled voice that came from the quilt was adorable.
“We are husband and wife, Sannie,” he said gently as he felt for her hand underneath the quilt. “It’s completely normal.”
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