Logan has been so ... I’m not sure what the word is ... attentive. Conscientious? Solicitous? Kind? All of these.

“Honey, honey, honey,” he crooned at bedtime while carefully undressing me. He kissed each of my nipples before leading me to the loveseat. He sat me back and kissed my belly and said he’d make me the most soothing cup of sleepy time tea imaginable. He was soon back but without the tea, just the jar of honey. He adjusted my legs across his lap, supported me with one arm, and tilted the honey jar until a golden drop oozed over the rim and fell to my belly.