Total green flag behavior.
Still, I’m apprehensive. I’m going to need more than just a handful of dates before I start to open up more, I’m sure. Luckily for me, he seemed almost excited about wanting to meet up again outside of his appointments. We even kissed before going our separate ways, and it was… nice. Not demanding or urgent. It was sweet, really.
Shit, and he asked me to text him to let him know I made it home okay.
Me
Made it home safe and sound. Thank you again for tonight. I had a really great time.
Caleb
I’m glad. And me too! You never did tell me who won the gnocchi debate…
Me
Ehhh, I don’t know if I dare say.
Caleb
Why? Does your hubby go through your text messages?
Me
No, not at all. I just don’t want to hurt your feelings when I admit his is better. Sry.
Spinelli’s was good, though! Don’t get me wrong… Just not as good as Nonna’s.
Caleb
Hmm, well if it’s a grandmother’s cooking you enjoy. Just you wait until you’ve tried my Nana Wilmot’s cottage pie recipe. That’ll stick to your ribs.
I’ll make it for you sometime. It’s Cam’s fave.
Me
Deal, but only if I can be there to watch you make it.
Caleb
Ah, I see, I see. Trying to steal the secret family recipe. Sneaky girl…
It’s a date then. ;)
Have a good night, Lauren.
Me
:) You too.
I’m still grinning—probably like a deranged clown—when I let myself inside the house and find Brody and Marcus curled up on opposite ends of the couch, fast asleep. My good mood isn’t even thwarted when I spy the mess of popcorn and ice cream fixings littering the kitchen counters… or the root beer bottles leaving condensation rings on the coffee table.
I simply pry the cochlear processor out of Brody’s hand and put it back on the charger for the night. He rouses, groggy and confused. “Did you and Dad have a guy’s night?” I ask him.
He nods, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then signs, “We must have fallen asleep during our movie.”
“Why don’t you head to bed, baby?” I suggest, ruffling his shaggy hair.
“Okay. I love you.”
