"I know. It's my issue, not yours, and it'll be fine." I offer a weak smile. "But it's not fair for me to take it out on you. I should be better than that. Can you possibly forgive me?"
He gives me that look of his that overflows my heart with love. "Already done. Now let's see how these Scotch eggs of yours taste." He reaches for a misshapen egg.
"Maybe you better not."
He arches a skeptical brow and takes a bite and chews, and then chokes.
I watch in horror.
He easily swallows. "Kidding. It's delicious. Come here." He pulls me in and kisses me.
He tastes of sausage, which actually is pretty good, and my world brightens. We're going to be okay.