Aaron had been planning it for weeks, or so he said. Lit candles sat on the table; my favorite pasta simmered on the stove, and a bottle of red wine my husband claimed he’d been saving since the wedding waited nearby.
He kissed my forehead in the doorway when I arrived home from work.
« Get refreshed. I want tonight to be perfect. »
I floated through the hallway of our little apartment, smiling and in a haze of disbelief that this was actually my life.
Aaron had been planning it for weeks.
When I returned, all dressed up but still barefoot, Aaron glanced at his watch and stood up.
« I’m gonna change into a suit to match your stunning look, » he said. « You pour the wine. I want to do this properly. »
I laughed because he was being ridiculous.
Before pouring the wine, I decided to surprise him and sneak up to wrap my arms around his waist while he buttoned his shirt.
Then I heard his voice through the cracked bedroom door.
