Page 43 of When We Breathe
Hey you two-
You looked gorgeous, all snuggled up together in our bed. I wish I could have stayed. There are fresh huckleberry muffins from The Sugar Studio in the oven.
Don’t have too much fun without me.
-G
Fuck, I love him.
Grabbing my phone, I shoot him a text.
Me: You know I love you, right? Thanks for the muffins. I’ll make bacon and eggs to go with them. We might have had a little fun without you this morning. I’ll make it up to you later.
I set the phone aside and pull the eggs and bacon out of the fridge, heat a pan, and am about to start cooking when he replies.
Mine: Those muffins are fucking delicious. But not nearly as delicious as you. Kiss her for me. I’ll kiss you myself when I get home.
Grinning, I set the phone aside again and get to work feedingour girl.
“I have to work at some point today.” Alex stretches her arms over her head and flops back on the couch.
She’s so fucking adorable.
“Why?”
“Because these articles won’t write themselves. But I don’t remember the last time I had a lazy day.”
“I wouldn’t call today lazy.”
She frowns over at me. “We had sex, had breakfast, watched cooking shows, took a nap, had sex again, and now we’re lying on the couch in our sweats watching a Marvel movie.”
“Productive day, if you ask me.”
I tug her into my lap, cup her chin in my hand, and kiss her thoroughly.
“I’ve had a fun day,” she admits with a sweet smile. “Thanks for spending it with me.”
“We’ll do it more often.”
Her eyebrow kicks up, making me smirk. “You’re going to voluntarily take more time off work?”
“I take days off, you know.”
She gives me theyou’re full of shitlook, and I kiss her cheek.
“Hey, you’re one to talk, little MissI have to work on my lazy day with my man.”
She snorts, then shrugs. “You said it wasn’t lazy.”
“I love your smart mouth.”
She blinks rapidly. I notice hearing the wordloveunsettles her, but she’d better get used to it because Gabe and I say it often, and I plan to tell her, too.
Words matter.
“Honeys, I’m home.”
We both turn our heads at the sound of Gabe’s voice. When he walks into the living room and takes in the scene before him—the bowl of half-eaten popcorn, the blankets strewn about, and our girl on my lap—his eyes warm as he grins.
