"Dear, wonderful, handsome husband of mine," Julia patted his hand, lips twitching with a look before half whapping his side when she saw no one else looking their way "You seem to be in a mischievous mood but I have preggy hormones. Do you feel lucky?"
As it were, she had to fight not to laugh at his playfulness and was getting ready for some 'payback'. "Playbill?" an usher stopped beside them and offered the sheets. "Absolutely," Derek replied, his answer to Julia and not the usher, but they both ended up with copies of the small magazine in hand.
