"Hi, are you done?" Why do women take so long to prepare?
"Almost, don't be so anxious. Look at you, you look so restless. Jack, don't move."
She was right. I was born with a short temper. I couldn't help it.
I took my cigarette from my suit pocket and lit it.
"Suddenly going back to your parents house without noticing them, won't they be startled?"
"I'm sure they'll be grinning from ear to ear when they see their grandson!" I replied, looking at my son, Jack.
"I've been waiting. Well, ah... "
"Well, what's the matter?"
"Honey, here!"
My wife pointed at my neck, I stretch out a hand to touch, "Ah! I forgot!"
"Come on, let me help you."
"Honey, I love you." My wife helps me tidy around my neck.
"Why saying this all of a sudden?"
"What does it matter? We're married now!" My wife looked down from my eyes, as if she were shy.
"Well, I love you, too." I don't know it's been a few years since I've been so explicit.
I was a little shy, but it wasn't bad. I held my wife's hand.
"Let's go!"
"Yup!"
