“I know that,” I answered defensively.
“I just want to make sure you’re getting married for the right reasons.”
Looking down at my coffee, I watched the steam rise from the cup, like a memory caught in time.
* * *
The last bit of coffee brewed, gurgling and steaming until the last drop was done. I quickly turned to grab the sugar and milk and returned ready to fix everything up.
Only to realize I had no idea how he took his coffee anymore.
Looking up at him, I opened my mouth to ask, but saw him smiling. “Just black,” he answered.
I only nodded as I pivoted back toward the refrigerator to return the milk. I’d grabbed everything on impulse, ready to dump two spoonfuls of sugar and a slash of milk into a cup of coffee just like I always had.
How easily I’d fallen back into such an old routine.
“I take it that’s different?” He spoke up.
“Yes,” I answered, “but a good one. Now you’re a purist like me.”
“It’s for the right reasons,” I answered quickly with an encouraging smile.
“As long as you’re happy. You know that’s all I ever want for you.”
“I am. I really am.”
“Good. Now about those flower arrangements…”
Oh God, here we go.