“That sounds reasonable.”
“I thought so too.”
“How are we celebrating?” I ask.
“With a trip.”
“A trip where?”
He tilts his head slightly.
“You’re going to like this.”
“I already don’t trust that sentence.”
“We’re going to Nashville,” he says.
I blink.
“Nashville.”
“Yes.”
“As in Tennessee.”
“Yes.”
“As in country music Nashville.”
“Yes.”
“As in Ella Langley Nashville.”
He grins.
“Yes.”
For a second, I just stare at him.
“You are joking.”
“I am not joking.”
“You’re serious.”
“I bought tickets two days ago,” he says proudly.“I was waiting for the doctor to confirm before telling you.”
“You bought tickets before you knew if you could go?”
“You know I’m optimistic.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m romantic.”
“That’s not romantic,” I tell him, already laughing.“That’s reckless planning.”
“It worked.”
