She was driving me nuts. I’d prepped a surprise for her and she wasn’t noticing. I kept having to fight back my smile. Just when I thought I might have to drop a hint or force her to slow down, she snapped a piece of bacon in half then dropped it back on the plate with a gasp.
“Jack!”
I let my smile loose. She finally saw.
She held her left hand out and waggled her fingers around. Her face turned a little red as tears brimmed in her eyes yet again. She’d teared up all through our love making last night and every time we’d talked. Even in the shower. She was so happy. I think she told me a thousand times.
She bit her lip. “I had no idea you still had my ring.”
“I wasn’t going to get rid of it.”
“Did you put this on me while I was sleeping?”
I nodded, turning so I could fully see her face.
“Thank you.”
“If you want a new one, we can do that.”
“No freaking way. I love this ring.”
Somehow I knew she would say that. I grabbed her hand, kissed it and her ring. “Don’t take it off then,wife.”
“Never again,husband. I promise.” She leaned toward meand kissed the smile off my face. We got sidetracked for a couple minutes before returning to our breakfast.
After she ate to her heart’s content she pushed the tray aside and ran to my closet, jerking a few hangers out. She held them up, whipping out a bossy tone. “You’re wearing this today.”
“Oh, we get to pick each other’s clothes now?” Her face was already deadpan, reading my tone. “If that’s the case, don’t change.”
She waved down the front of her body. “Thisis what you want me wearing in family pictures?”
I tsked, scrunching my nose. “Yeah, probably not.”
I braced myself on the nightstand with one hand, easing my tray to the floor with the other. When I sat back up, I patted the mattress beside me. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be getting dressed?”
She glanced at an invisible watch on her wrist. “It’s almost ten thirty.”
“We have plenty of time.”
“Good. Because I need to do some laundry before we go.”
I shook my head, stifling a smile.
She rolled her eyes around like she was mentally counting through her to-do list. “And unload the dishwasher.”
“Miranda.”
She crawled back onto the bed, a facetious smile breaking across her face. “And unpack some boxes.”
“Miranda.”
“What?” She giggled, flopping back down on her pillow.
I pushed up onto my forearms, “We arenotdoing laundry right now.”
“Really? What else should we do?” Her playful voice faltered as I pressed a kiss against the tender skin of her throat.
“This might be a—show don’t tell situation.” I grabbed herhips and dragged her across the bed, situating my gorgeous wife beneath me.
