"A surprise, huh? What kind?"
"The kind you have to show up to see, Claire."
I bumped his shoulder. "You're insufferable."
"You married me anyway."
How lucky I'd been to say 'yes.'
Lily thundered down the stairs in her soccer socks, backpack half-zipped, and Nathan scooped her up like she still weighed nothing.
"Daddy, are you taking Mommy somewhere fancy?"
"Very fancy. I might even use a napkin."
Lily giggled into his shoulder, and I watched the two of them and thought, for maybe the thousandth time, how lucky I'd been to say 'yes' to the boy who had promised me a ring at seventeen.
He still called Lily "buttercup."
I noticed, again, that the door to Nathan's home office was locked.
It always was. He said the paperwork from work was sensitive, and I'd accepted that explanation without a second thought.
There were other small things I hadn't pushed on either.
