And studying his profile, I took a velvet blow to the belly as his mood dawned on me.
He was chill.
He was in a good headspace.
He was with his woman.
He was doing something new and out of the ordinary.
He was happy.
My Gabe was happy.
I made my Gabe happy.
“Baby,” I called.
Those blue, blue eyes came to me.
And I was chill.
I was in a good headspace.
I was with my man.
I was doing something I’d wanted to do for ages.
I was happy.
He made me happy.
My Gabe made me happy.
So…very…happy.
“So, what’s next?” I asked.
“Say again?”
“In our life’s adventure,” I explained, then threw out an idea. “I’ve always wanted to learn pottery.”
He laughed softly, let my hair go and grabbed the last nugget o’ pure brilliance.
After he ate it, he said, “Not sure about pottery, babe. Though, you can do that and then we can reenact that scene from Ghost.”
This idea held merit.
I mentally jotted it down for future consideration.
“Photography?” I suggested.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Paddle boarding?”
His head ticked. “You haven’t paddle boarded?”
“Not yet.”
