Before Uncle Hank could say anything, Mema pushed back her chair and stood slowly. “I don’t think we need to worry about that. Though I do expect to see both my granddaughter and my great-granddaughter more often now that she’s settled down.”
“We can do that.” Jonathon nodded formally. Then he gave Wendy’s shoulder a squeeze. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take my bride and my daughter and we’re going to go have breakfast.” He glanced down at her. “How does a doughnut from Cutie Pies sound?”
“Perfect.”
She didn’t mention the banana chocolate-chip waffles. That seemed like a lifetime ago anyway.
They walked the few blocks to Cutie Pies with Jonathon’s family trailing behind. They’d almost reached the restaurant, when Wendy asked, “When did you realize you loved me?”
He stopped walking and looked down at her. “I think I’ve always loved you.” Then he laughed. “You didn’t really think I asked you to marry me just to keep you from quitting, did you?”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “I did.”
“Come on, nobody’s that good of an assistant.”
She socked him in the arm. “Excuse me, but yes I am!”
“You are an amazing assistant.” He dropped a kiss onto her forehead. “But you’re an even better wife.”