Luna
he says, setting it down on the bedside table.
“Well, it smells nice”
“Come here” he pulls me close by the waist, “I am going to feed my little angry bird”
“Angry bird!!” I roll my eyes, trying to stifle a smile. He is trying to make me feel better and I really appreciate it.
“I am sorry for slapping you”
“That won’t work!”
“Okay, what will?”
He shrugs, picking up the soup, “I don’t know, angry bird!!”
This man, he is purposely trying to rile me up and I love it, I love every single part of it.