" It was right about then that a drink dropped down in front of me on the table, Brant sliding into the open chair to my side.
"You know I can't have..." I started, big-eying him so I didn't have to say it.
"Raspberry mocha shake with skim milk but full fat whipped cream," he explained, popping the little piece of paper topper off the straw. "Not a damn bit of actual coffee in it," he said, looking disgusted at the very prospect. "Oh, and here," he said, pulling my phone out of his pocket.
"You know, you can't pull the 'pregnancy' card every time your phone has an issue and you don't want to go to Verizon."
"True," I agreed, taking a long sip of the shake he made and closing my eyes on a sigh. "But I can for the next eight or so months," I concluded, giving him a saucy smile.
He chuckled at that, reaching for the piece of paper I had in front of me with the design for the macaron wedding cake.
"Macarons, huh?" he asked, looking excited.
It didn't matter how many different recipes I came up with, he never seemed to get sick of them.
"It's not too soon," he informed me, reading my thoughts as I looked down at the perfect princess cut ring.
"It hasn't even been a year," I had insisted, shaking my head.
"Sweetheart, I knew this was where we were heading that first time you moaned like a porn star over your break-up frappe."
I looked around my mother's and mine and Brant's little shop, feeling it down to my soul: peace.
Then I looked over at Brant, feeling it down to my bones: love.
And finally, to the plate at the center of the table where Brant and I reached toward simultaneously and grabbed one each: macarons.
It was all I would ever need. "
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"Raspberry mocha shake with skim milk but full fat whipped cream," he explained, popping the little piece of paper topper off the straw. "Not a damn bit of actual coffee in it," he said, looking disgusted at the very prospect. "Oh, and here," he said, pulling my phone out of his pocket.
"You know, you can't pull the 'pregnancy' card every time your phone has an issue and you don't want to go to Verizon."
"True," I agreed, taking a long sip of the shake he made and closing my eyes on a sigh. "But I can for the next eight or so months," I concluded, giving him a saucy smile.
He chuckled at that, reaching for the piece of paper I had in front of me with the design for the macaron wedding cake.
"Macarons, huh?" he asked, looking excited.
It didn't matter how many different recipes I came up with, he never seemed to get sick of them.
"It's not too soon," he informed me, reading my thoughts as I looked down at the perfect princess cut ring.
"It hasn't even been a year," I had insisted, shaking my head.
"Sweetheart, I knew this was where we were heading that first time you moaned like a porn star over your break-up frappe."
I looked around my mother's and mine and Brant's little shop, feeling it down to my soul: peace.
Then I looked over at Brant, feeling it down to my bones: love.
And finally, to the plate at the center of the table where Brant and I reached toward simultaneously and grabbed one each: macarons.
It was all I would ever need." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>