"Don't worry, love. I don't mind."

John had chuckled gently when you paused in the middle of your rambling to apologize. It was still early in the morning, your husband and you sitting across from one another at the table.

You had unintentionally began to babble about a book series you had been binge-reading recently.

Every spare moment you had, at work, at home, while, cleaning, cuddling, your nose was buried in those books, leaving your poor husband to wonder what exactly was so interesting.

And you seemed elated to tell him, just from the way your eyes lit up with excitement from just him mentioning it.