Gemotions

"Impossible," Maya breathed, staring at the printout. Her hands were clammy, her stomach doing a flip-flop. This couldn’t be real. Mark, her Mark, the man she’d married, the man who’d grumbled about every penny spent, had this?

A whoop escaped her, a sound of unadulterated pleasure. She grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it, squeezing with all her might. She began to dance, a clumsy jig around the living room, humming a tune she couldn't even name. She stopped, staring at her reflection in the window, her face flushed, her eyes shining.

She'd have to plan something special, a surprise for him. Maybe a trip. Yes, a trip! To the Bahamas! The thought sent another thrill of excitement through her.