fault.”
“I’ll always feel this way. I try not to but it happens anyway.”
Sydney g rabbed his hand. “You’re such a wonderful man.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I’m sure Casey does too.”
“I do feel better knowing I helped her.”
“And you should,” Sydney said.
“I hate to imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t around.”
She drank from her coffee then set it down. “What if you opened up your own self-defense studio, specifically for women? You could be a trainer and a motivational speaker.”
“That costs money,” he said with a laugh.
“I’m sure we find some investors.”
“You mean Nancy?”
She shrugged. “I’m sure she would help. She has more money than she knows what to do with.”
Coen shook his head. “That’s a hard business. We would have to build up clients before we made a profit. And I would have to hire instructors.”
“You have me,” she said.
“But you have your own passions.”
“I can do both.”
He glared at her. “So you can work 24/7 like you’ve been this semester? No thanks.”
“We would figure something out.”
“No,” he said.
She dropped the argument and finished her coffee. “I need to leave for school.”
“Take it easy,” Coen said firmly.
She sat on his lap and rubbed her nose against his. “I dropped the Ecology class. You’re right. I don’t need the minor.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“And I have Wednesdays off with you.”
“No, Wednesdays are the days you take for yourself. I’ll cook dinner and do the housework. You just lie on the couch and watch TV.”
Her eyes softened. “You’re so sweet, Coen.”
“Because you’re my wife and I love you. I would never help my mom out.”
“You’re a momma’s boy and you know it,” she said with a laugh.
“What’s wrong with that?” he said with a smile. “I love my mom.”
“That’s so cute.”
“I am pretty cute,” he said with a wink.
“I need to do something nice for you for being so good to me.”
His eyes brightened. “What did you have in mind, baby?”
“Why don’t you pick?” She rubbed his shoulders.
“Ooh…this could take a while.”
“Take your time.”
He smiled. “This is going to be the best week ever.”
She moved from his lap then grabbed her bag. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Bye.”
Sydney went to her classes and submitted her late work. Her professors were understanding since she was legitimately sick. She scheduled her make up exams that week, but she didn’t feel nervous for them. She’d been doing nothing but studying in bed. Her lab professors waved her points and her lab write ups.
At lunch, Sydney sat down with her friends.
“Happy to be back?” Henry asked.
“You have no idea,” she said with a sigh. “It’s nice to walk around. And I was gaining weight since I was lying in bed all day.”
“Or maybe you’re pregnant,” Ren said.
Sydney laughed. “I’m not pregnant! Coen made me take a test three times.”
Ren looked sad. “Oh.”
“How’s Casey doing?” Henry asked.
“She’s happy in her new place.”
“I hope she escaped whatever was chasing her,” Henry said.
Sydney looked at him. “I think Coen took care of that.”
“How did Coen get involved in that?” Derek asked.
“Well, he’s a person trainer,” Sydney said. “He meets abused people all the time.”
“And he helps them?” Henry asked.
Sydney nodded. “It’s his passion in life. He wants to help other people, particularly women.”
“Wow,” Henry said. “I had no idea.”
“He’s an amazing man,” Sydney said.
“And a badass,” Henry said. “That’s so cool.”
Sydney smiled at him. “Now you know why I love him so much.”
Coen came to the table and placed a tray in front of Sydney. It was a grilled cheese sandwich and fries.
She eyed it but didn’t complain. “We were just talking about you.”
“Were you telling them what you are going to do for me
“I’ll always feel this way. I try not to but it happens anyway.”
Sydney g rabbed his hand. “You’re such a wonderful man.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I’m sure Casey does too.”
“I do feel better knowing I helped her.”
“And you should,” Sydney said.
“I hate to imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t around.”
She drank from her coffee then set it down. “What if you opened up your own self-defense studio, specifically for women? You could be a trainer and a motivational speaker.”
“That costs money,” he said with a laugh.
“I’m sure we find some investors.”
“You mean Nancy?”
She shrugged. “I’m sure she would help. She has more money than she knows what to do with.”
Coen shook his head. “That’s a hard business. We would have to build up clients before we made a profit. And I would have to hire instructors.”
“You have me,” she said.
“But you have your own passions.”
“I can do both.”
He glared at her. “So you can work 24/7 like you’ve been this semester? No thanks.”
“We would figure something out.”
“No,” he said.
She dropped the argument and finished her coffee. “I need to leave for school.”
“Take it easy,” Coen said firmly.
She sat on his lap and rubbed her nose against his. “I dropped the Ecology class. You’re right. I don’t need the minor.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“And I have Wednesdays off with you.”
“No, Wednesdays are the days you take for yourself. I’ll cook dinner and do the housework. You just lie on the couch and watch TV.”
Her eyes softened. “You’re so sweet, Coen.”
“Because you’re my wife and I love you. I would never help my mom out.”
“You’re a momma’s boy and you know it,” she said with a laugh.
“What’s wrong with that?” he said with a smile. “I love my mom.”
“That’s so cute.”
“I am pretty cute,” he said with a wink.
“I need to do something nice for you for being so good to me.”
His eyes brightened. “What did you have in mind, baby?”
“Why don’t you pick?” She rubbed his shoulders.
“Ooh…this could take a while.”
“Take your time.”
He smiled. “This is going to be the best week ever.”
She moved from his lap then grabbed her bag. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Bye.”
Sydney went to her classes and submitted her late work. Her professors were understanding since she was legitimately sick. She scheduled her make up exams that week, but she didn’t feel nervous for them. She’d been doing nothing but studying in bed. Her lab professors waved her points and her lab write ups.
At lunch, Sydney sat down with her friends.
“Happy to be back?” Henry asked.
“You have no idea,” she said with a sigh. “It’s nice to walk around. And I was gaining weight since I was lying in bed all day.”
“Or maybe you’re pregnant,” Ren said.
Sydney laughed. “I’m not pregnant! Coen made me take a test three times.”
Ren looked sad. “Oh.”
“How’s Casey doing?” Henry asked.
“She’s happy in her new place.”
“I hope she escaped whatever was chasing her,” Henry said.
Sydney looked at him. “I think Coen took care of that.”
“How did Coen get involved in that?” Derek asked.
“Well, he’s a person trainer,” Sydney said. “He meets abused people all the time.”
“And he helps them?” Henry asked.
Sydney nodded. “It’s his passion in life. He wants to help other people, particularly women.”
“Wow,” Henry said. “I had no idea.”
“He’s an amazing man,” Sydney said.
“And a badass,” Henry said. “That’s so cool.”
Sydney smiled at him. “Now you know why I love him so much.”
Coen came to the table and placed a tray in front of Sydney. It was a grilled cheese sandwich and fries.
She eyed it but didn’t complain. “We were just talking about you.”
“Were you telling them what you are going to do for me
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