I hide a smile. ‘Any … um … problems?’
‘No,’ he says casually.
‘Well done,’ I say with a huge smile.
‘Although, you really should stop feeding our son dead cats.’
I laugh.
‘And what have you been up to?’ he asks.
I lift up my bag of shopping. ‘I got you your favourite.’
His eyes twinkle. ‘Chocolate arrows?’
I pretend to be serious. ‘No.’
‘Watermelon pasties.’
‘Be serious, you,’ I reprimand with mock seriousness.
‘If it’s not watermelon pasties I give up. I don’t know. What?’
‘Edible panties.’
He grins cheekily. After thousands and thousands of grins. After all this time my tummy still flutters with the incredulous thought, and this man is mine?
‘Wonderful,’ he says, eyes twinkling. ‘It’s been ages since I ate one of those delicious things.’
‘You ate one two weeks ago,’ I remind.
‘That’s way too long, Ella, my love. Way too long.’
THE END