“You’re in a good mood today,” Janette said out of the blue.
They were halfway to Stillwater to visit Asher at Oklahoma State University and Chandler was excited. He smiled over at his bride of twenty-five years. “I get to see my son today.”
“Oh, so he’s your son.” Her playful grin indicated she was teasing him. “Which one of us spent nine months puking to bring your son into the world? Who spent the next few months bouncing a crying baby who had colic because he was allergic to the formula we were feeding him? Who drove him to doctor appointments and baseball practices?”
“Hey, I was the Little League baseball coach,” Chandler defended. “I never missed a practice or a game.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”
“Well, I’ll give you credit for bringing him into this world,” Chandler said, reaching for her hand and pulling it to his lips for kiss. He loved this woman and couldn’t imagine a more perfect person to bring his children into the world. “How’s that?”
“Kind of hoped there were other reasons you were in a good mood today,” she baited him. He kept up his game.
“I slept really well last night.” He unsuccessfully tried to hide his cheesy grin. “And you know I love it when hotels have waffles available for breakfast.” He could almost still taste the crispy, buttery goodness and smell the maple syrup. Almost as satisfying as what they’d done just prior to falling asleep in each other’s arms.
“You’re just not going to admit it, are you?” Janette poked him in the side to tickle him and he finally let out a full laugh.
“Okay, okay, we need to do that more often.”
“You know I can’t concentrate on anything the last few weeks of school. Too many tests and term papers and stress.”
“And you don’t think that the endorphin release from the best stress management tool in the world wouldn’t be helpful with that?”
“Why do you always have to turn this around and put more pressure on me?” Chandler let go of his wife’s hand as if the steering wheel suddenly needed both hands and total concentration. “Why can’t you just enjoy last night for what it was and let me be in a good mood for once?”
“Because it’s not fair to me to make me wait weeks in between,” Janette said. “Do you even remember the last time you made love to me?”
Chandler tried to think back over the past few weeks. “Uh… it was a Saturday morning, I think.”
“When I was half asleep.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“You know enough anatomy and physiology to understand that men’s testosterone levels are highest first thing in the morning. This isn’t rocket science.”
“Almost a month ago.”
“Geesh, will you let up already? We’re not honeymooners anymore, you know. And there’s no on-off switch on my body. I can’t just wave a magic wand and make things work the way they did when we were twenty.”
“Whatever.” Janette huffed and turned away to look out the passenger side window.
“Gee, I was in a good mood. Thanks for ruining it.” Suddenly the waffles seemed to take center stage as the most enjoyment he’d had in a long time.
“At least you get to see your son today,” she said. “Maybe that will bring back your good mood.”
“Let’s hope so,” Chandler said, his stomach clenching in frustration. So much for his breakfast high. “Or this is going to be a long week and a half.”
“Only twelve more days to go,” Janette grumbled.
Twelve days. If he could make it that long with her griping at him. Twelve long days.
(Reminder to my readers: Clayton and I had an awesome trip and I don't think we fought even once the whole time. Remember, this book is not autobiographical. Our characters have to have some major conflicts or the resulting Happily-Ever-After won't seem as sweet. We did enjoy a few waffles along the way!)