“Let’s eat, I’m hungry.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I cut the lasagna and set out our pieces on plates. Thea adds the bread.
She carries the plates over to the table and then I get us each a bottle of water.
“Thanks for making dinner,” I tell her, sitting down across from her.
“You’re welcome.” She grabs a napkin from the basket in the center of the table.
I dig in and the food is amazing. After a long day of being in the gym and then a grueling practice this is much needed.
“Thank you for the baby slippers,” Thea says around a mouthful of lasagna. “I can’t believe you found ones that practically match mine.”
I grin at her. “I’m magical like that.”
“You’re something, that’s for sure,” she agrees.
“Rae invited us to dinner Saturday and I said that was okay with us—it is, right?” She raises a brow, baiting me to see if I’ve made plans that extend beyond Friday—which is our second wedding’s anniversary.
Three years, it’s insane.
I wince. “Um, no.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “No, because I made plans for us to leave Friday and go somewhere over the weekend.”
“Humph,” she harrumphs, obviously pleased to have pulled this information from me.
“I’m not telling you where we’re going, so don’t even waste your breath asking,” I warn her.
“You’re mean.” She frowns.
After I forgot our first wedding’s anniversary, I felt like shit, and I set about making it up this time around.
I booked us a three-day stay in a nice cabin up in the mountains. Just me, her, and nature. I know it won’t exactly be Thea’s kind of thing, but the place is nice with an amazing view and a great spa, so she’ll survive.
“You’ll let Rae know we need to reschedule?”
She waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, I’ll tell her.”
We finish our dinner and clean up together. I let Prue out and Thea folds the blankets in the family room.
I come back in with the dog and grab Thea, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Xander!” she squeals as I run up the stairs with her.
I smack her butt and she laughs harder.
I push the doors open into our room and jog over to the bed, dropping her on it.
“You suck,” she says, looking up at me with her hair fanned out around her head.
I lean over her, bracing my arms on either side of her head. “You love it and you know it.”
I pull away from her and grab a pair of sleep pants from the drawer. I already showered after practice, so I change my clothes and climb into bed.