He whistles low. “Oof. Rookie move.”
I glare.
“You can’t compare your fiancée’s soup to Mom’s. Otherwise she’ll make it for you out of spite and make you eat it with a fork.”
“It wasn’t her soup, it was Campbell’s.”
“That doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head, laughing like my defense is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.
“Well, I didn’t think it through, I guess.”
“Right. You’re gonna wanna do that from now on.”
“No crap,” I mutter. “We haven’t really had a fight like this before.”
“Mm-hmm. Get used to it. Welcome to married life—it’s a freakin’ ride.” He pats my shoulder, and I don’t know what elseto say. Silence settles for a few seconds before he sighs and looks back at me, his voice softer now.
“Call her. Text her. Apologize. Tell her it won’t happen again.”
“I will.” I nod.
He gives me one last pat on the back, then reaches for Emma’s hand to head home with his shirt slung over his shoulder. Taking advice from Cody is never something I thought I’d do, but now he’s married, seemingly happy, and has two kids. I think I’ll listen to him.
Chapter 10
Megan
I’ve never left his place like that. He’s never left mine like that either. It feels gross, unsettling. I feel sick and unfulfilled. I’m replaying it all in my head—what he could’ve said to make it better, what I could’ve done to not even cause the situation in the first place. I don’t want to fight about something like this ever again.
He calls me as I’m about to get in the shower. I let it ring twice before answering.
“Hey,” I say.
“I hate how you left,” he admits. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut and not said anything.”
I close my eyes. “No.” I take a breath. “I understand you don’t want to eat canned soup all the time, or frozen pizzas, but I had a long day moving in. I was tired. I just—”
“You’re right, Megs. I get it. I wasn’t thinking and I’m really sorry. I realized I was pretty spoiled growing up with how my mom was, and I have to understand that’s not everyone. And that’s okay, because I love you.”
I can hear it in his voice, how sincere he truly is.
“It’s okay,” I tell him.
“It’s not okay. It won’t happen again.”
I smile to myself. “Okay. I just want to move past this and focus on our wedding day and be excited.”
“Me too. I’m still excited, are you?”
“Of course I am.” My voice cracks just a little. “I’ve been dreaming about this day since I was a kid. Now it’s here, and it’s with you. Not even a fight could take that away from me.”
“Good.” He laughs. “I’m sure we’ll have our moments.”
“I know. And we’ll figure them out.”
“I love you,” he adds.
“I love you too.”
