“Yes, but I survived, right? Didn’t you notice that I ate a lot?”
“I did. Though you like food in general, and you usually eat just as much.”
She pinched his cheeks with a pout. “Are you teasing me? You’re not supposed to comment on how much a woman eats.”
“But you’re my woman. And you asked me if I noticed,” he countered.
She liked it when he said she was his woman.
“I can’t wait to get married. One more month,” she complained to him.
“Well, we can’t change the date now. The invitations have been sent.”
Alena sighed. They didn’t invite many, but the guest list still ended up with around seventy people.
“We’re already living together anyway. And you’re wearing my ring.”
Alena raised an eyebrow. “Your ring? This came from your wife . . .”
She paused. Wait that sounded weird.
