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A pause. “My favorite.”
My handsome liar. But also, my favorite liar. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Come here.” He opens his arm for me to snuggle his shoulder, and I do.
I smile and get comfortable, thinking about the next round of this strange game we play. “I saw on the room service breakfast menu that they have chocolate waffles.”
“How lucky for you.”
“I was thinking about you, silly. I know how much you love chocolate.”
“That is considerate. But I was thinking of going low-carb. My suits are becoming snug.”
It’s all I can do not to laugh. “I can make that work. There are all kinds of low-carb baking recipes for brownies.”
He swallows, and I wonder how I missed the signs of him hating chocolate before now. I’ve been baking brownies for the office for years, and he has always taken one. There must have been other clues I overlooked, because he’s not good at hiding it.
He clears his throat. “I look forward to trying each and every one, wife.”
Maybe I shouldn’t see this as him hiding things from me. Maybe he’s just a considerate husband who doesn’t want to hurt my feelings. Not everything is nefarious.
“Hmm.”
His voice is thick with sleepiness. “Yes?”
“Well, I was just thinking… chocolate and artificial sweetener, I’m not sure they’ll complement each other. Maybe I should try baking something else for you.”
He takes a beat. “I’m open to whatever you have in mind. As long as sleep is one of the options.”
I curl into him a little more and find the comfortable position of little spoon. “Goodnight, husband.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Goodnight, wife. Thank you for reminding me I am a man.”
“Thank you for making me glad to be a woman.”
He softly chuckles, and that sound turns into a snore that seduces me to sleep.
The End.
