Me: I’m leaving now.
Me: Do you think Quackers will be able to tell I cheated on her?
Me: I’m still sorting through all the stuff I got at Which Craft.
Me: Thank you for taking me.
Me: We should’ve done that weeks ago.
Craft King: It’s your fault for always distracting me with sex.
Me: You’re the one who carries me over their shoulder into the bedroom every Tuesday.
Craft King: You’re right. You should carry me next time.
Craft King: Is it actually always Tuesdays? Or are you making that up?
Me: You really are too handsome.
Me: I made cupcakes today.
Just Tell Him You Love Him: Your favorite.
Just Tell Him You Love Him: What’s the occasion?
Me: I accidentally bought a box of cake mix and frosting.
Just Tell Him You Love Him: What a nice accident.
Chapter 140
Ethan
Tilda pullsthe bathroom door shut with a click, about to start her shower, and I top off my coffee.
Pushing open the screen door, I step out onto the back deck and cradle my mug while I stand and admire the view.
Most mornings I wake up here.
In the past… two and a half months, since we got married, I’ve spent more nights here than at my house.
I’ve spent hardly any time at my house.
It’s a good house.
Nothing wrong with it.
But I don’t want to be there.
I’ve lived there for almost twenty years, yet Tilda’s house feels more like home to me.
I fill my lungs with the crisp morning air.
Tilda feels like home.
And I want to… move in.
My house is bigger. More rooms, more bathrooms. More space for a future.Children. But even when I imagine it, I imagine that future here.