“Like what you see?”
“Very much,” she said, but her eyes were onme, not the work.
“Eyes on the prize, Day. You can see this whenever you want.”
“You’re shirtless in a cowboy hat whileglistening. Nothing else could be more important than this.”
I shook my head. “You’re objectifying me.”
“Yep. What are you gonna do about it?”
I rolled my eyes and made my way over to her, kissing her senseless.
Grace’s breaths were heavy when I pulled away. “Now, can we focus?”
“No,” she pouted. “I want you to take me to bed and?—”
If she finished her sentence, I would give her whatever she wanted. So I turned her around to look at the cut grass and bushes.
Once I was out of her field of view, she saw all that I’d done. “Wait, did you mow my lawn and trim my bushes?”
“That’s what I wastryingto show you.”
“Well, cover up next time so I can focus.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Grace turned around and faced me. “Seriously, though. Thank you. I hate yard work. I owe you one.”
“You owe me nothing,” I reminded her. “We’re a team, remember?”
When she smiled, sheglowed. I didn’t help her out to get anything in return, but if I did, this would be the gift I needed.
“I’ll handle dinner as a thank-you. I actually stopped at the store to get a few things.”
“I’ll take your food any day,” I said as I walked over to the car to grab the bags. “What are you cooking?”
“A Day specialty,” she said. “Chicken alfredo.”
“Will it be good enough that I’ll want to marry you?”
She laughed. “Probably. You should have bought a ring.”
I needed to get one. Immediately.
I finished up outside as she cooked dinner. When it was done, I helped her plate it and set the table before getting to experience another one of her perfect dishes.
This was the life. Getting to spend time with someone I cared about each night for dinner. For right now, it was just the two of us. Eventually, our baby would join in.
I couldn’t wait.
Halfway through the dinner, Grace paused on eating, feeling her stomach.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She still kept a hand on her bump. “The baby’s just kicking.”
“Really?”