Behind The Church

XLVIII

Kate

I was right to think that waking up next to Christina would be different. It feels different because I know that she is my wife. I just hope that we don't have a repeat of what happened after we got engaged. Lord knows that I, we, wouldn't cope. 

"Good morning." I hear Christina mumble.

"Good morning." I reply.

"You've been staring at the ceiling for about half an hour.  Are you okay?" Tina asked me.

"Oh, I'm fine. I was just reveling in the fact that we're married." I grin as I turn to my wife.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" I see the gorgeous smile on her face and I get all giddy inside.

"So good. What are we going to do today? No one's home, it's just us..." I trail off.

"We could... You know?"

"We could. And I want to. But can we have breakfast first?" I request.

"Of course." Christina nodded.

We migrate to the kitchen so that Tina could make us break. I watch her and just think about how conventionally attractive she is.

"This would be our first time doing it on our own accord." Christina mumbled, "I'm excited."

When she turned around, she had a big, cheesy grin on her face.

"I'm excited too." I agree. "I can't wait to take that step in our relationship."

"After breakfast." she said, getting a pan out to make... Could it be?

"Are you making French toast?" I gasp.

"I am. I love you, babe." she smirked.

"I love you, too." I put my hand over my heart and just watch my wife as she does God's work. Making her French toast. She gets it perfect everytime and I don't understand how she does is. "It's made with love, Cariad." she'd always say.

After she made it, I go through my routine of putting honey on it, I'm well aware that this may be weird to some people, and eat the shared stack with my wife. I love the way she bobs her head while she eats, it's her way of communicating that she likes what she's tasting. The severity of the head bobs indicate how much she likes the food. If it's harsh bobs that cause her whole body to move, she loves it, if it's just small movements of her head it means she just likes it. So to see that it's somewhere between those two makes me happy. She's enjoying herself.

"Is it good?" I encourage my wife's head bobbing.

"Yeah," she grinned, "Really good."

"It is." I agree.

"You want coffee? I want coffee." Tina thought aloud.

"I do want coffee." I nod.

"Okay."

She got up and was back in the kitchen, but I'm assuming that the dirty pan and utensils she used to make breakfast was bothering her, so she washed up and put them all away before started on making the coffees. But the coffee machine was dirty and it needed restocking so she cleaned it before doing anything else. Then, while she waited for our coffees from the machine, she started arranging the knives and then the spice rack.

"You're so cute when you're pedantic."  I muse.

"I'm not pedantic. I'm organised." she defended.

"That'll be why you fold the duvet on our bed back to allow a quarter of the mattress to be exposed to the cold air because you don't like your body being warm and your feet being cold, right?" I chuckle.

"No one likes cold feet!" she argues as she puts creamer in the coffee.

"And you know the exact time and the exact number of steps it takes for you to walk from your old house to Mammy's?"

"I'm just aware of time." she shrugs.

"And-"

"Okay, so I may be a little pedantic." she admits.

"But I love it."

"Why?"

"It means you keep me focused to because we need to get something done and my brain is going wild and that reminds me, I really want blue takis so can we go to the store sometime soon? Oh, and Mammy's birthday is coming up so we need to buy gifts." I rant.

"Noted." she told me.

"What were we talking about?" I wonder.

"About how I'm pedantic you are unfocused, clearly." she teases me.

"Hush." I put my hand out to attempt to silence her.

"No." she giggled, "I'm right."

"Womp Womp. Don't care."

"Yes, you do." my woman grins as she hands me my coffee.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." she smiles at me. I watch her down her coffee and wash the cup up, and putting it away. It surprised me at first but when she comes around and kisses my neck, I know why she finished so quickly.

"Let me finish my coffee." I whine, but tilting my head to give her some access. It felt nice, having her kiss my neck.

"Hurry up, then." she whispered.

"Say less."