Plus, I feel the urge to dismantle this entire system now. It’s paramount.
I press a kiss to Apollo’s sweaty forehead as he smiles at me, still a little high from his pain medicine.
“You okay? I stopped by your parents’ to grab your mom’spastitsio. She wanted to bring more over, but she didn’t need to do thatandgo to work tonight.”
He tosses the controller aside and reaches for me. I lean down for a side-hug. “Thanks! She already stopped by twice today anyway. Brought me breakfast, then lunch. How was the thing with your dad?”
“Good.” Shuffling into our little kitchen, I cut a slice up for Apollo, arranging his dinner tray.
I fluff the pillows under his cast, then fix the ones behind his back so he can sit up more.
“I hate you doing this—” he says, snagging my hand.
“Well, I love it. So sit back and eat.”
His phone buzzes on the kitchen island, and he sighs heavily, shoveling a large bite into his mouth. Between chews, he says, “I’m sorry. I left that in there after lunch. Can you grab it and read whatever the text is to me?”
“Sure. What’s the code?”
“Zero one twenty-one.”
Realization hits me until I glance up at him as he stares straight ahead.
“Wait… Is that… Is that ourweddingdate?”
His brown eyes flutter as he shoves in another bite. “Mm-hmm.”
It’s hard to swallow. How did I get so lucky to have such a romantic husband?
Blinking slowly, I unlock the phone. Stomach fluttering. My brow furrows in confusion.
His notes app is already open. And the top one is labeled: SCOUT GRIFFIN.
“What’s this?” I ask, scrolling down to look at it.
“What’s what?”
I read aloud:
“Coffee: two tablespoons vanilla creamer. No sugar.
Shoes: bring flats if she wears gold or black heels.
Loves lemon drops. Never lollipops.
Gets cold easily. Put a blanket in the car. Don’t forget next time.
Favorite flowers: tulips now.
Music: the amazing Tyla Silk.
Loves my quiche and Mom’s lasagna. Make those every week.
Tell her she’s brilliant when she doubts herself.
She likes it when I hold her fist in public.”
Tears fall over my cheeks.
