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"This dinner is delicious, babe." Harry's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I gave him a smile.
"Thanks honey. I thought you'd like it. You've been working a lot lately." I thanked him, setting my fork down on my empty plate.
I watched as Harry went in for seconds. Lately, Harry had been extremely busy with correcting his students' work and preparing new work for them. He'd often stay up at night, trying to read another essay. Sometimes he'd get really stressed and it would worry me. I'd open my eyes and see him take off his glasses, rub his tired eyes, and let out a sigh when we would go up to bed at night. Honestly, I was the one who really went up to go to bed, he'd correct more work or send emails answering concerned parents' questions.
"Yeah... I'm sorry work has been so busy. It seems like now that it's October, we're finally getting into a routine and I need to give more work for the mid-semester report cards." I listened as Harry explained the reason for the thing that took up most of his time. I honestly didn't mind. Harry always made sure to have some time for me and that's all I wanted. Every Friday night would be our night. No work, no corrections, just us. Today was Friday and we'd chosen on a movie night.
Harry kept rambling on with his explanations and I laughed.
"Harry, it's okay. I'm fine with what you have to do for your job. You give me the time I need with you and that's all I want. As long as you never cancel our Friday night, I'll always be alright with your work." From the moment I started going out with Harry, I knew he wanted to be a teacher. I knew that was the path he was following and I have grown to accept the work he does. I had him as a teacher and he was fantastic. He had a way of connecting with the students. It would be horrible to deprive the world from his talent just because I wanted more attention from him.
His signature smile spread across his lips, dimples deep and eyes bright.
"Have I ever told you that you're the best?" he questioned causing a smirk to appear on my lips.
"I think you've mentioned it once or twice." The smirk stayed on my lips and he chuckled and stood up from his seat. I observed him as he picked up his plate then mine and felt his soft lips and hot breath against my forehead.
I thanked Harry once more while he put away our dirty dishes into the dish washer and he fed a scrap of bread to our dog that was hopefully waiting for some of our food.
"There are some cookies in the pantry if you want some desert. I haven't had the time to make a real one." I told my fiancé and he quickly shuffled his feet to the food pantry. He looked around for a few seconds, picked up the pack of oreos and glanced at me. I was still sitting at the table which usually meant I had something to tell him.
"What's up sweetheart?" he interrogated, sitting back down across from me, munching on a cookie. For some reason, I felt nervous. My news was only good news so why was I afraid to tell Harry.
"I've got news to tell you. One's about the wedding and the other, well it's not really big news, more of a picture." I spoke and got up to go get an envelope next to the fridge.
"Start with the wedding one." Harry told me as I picked up the envelope.
"Alright. Karen e-mailed me. We won't need to look for another venue because we got the one we wanted." I exclaimed happily and watched Harry's eyes grow big, facial expression telling me he was just as happy as I was. He quickly abandoned his cookies, making his way towards me. I felt my body being lifted off the ground, spinning in circles. Harry had me tightly in his arms and I remained that way when he put my feet back on the ground.
"That's awesome." He breathed out, lips finding my neck and pecks being placed on it. My arms were around his back and I enjoyed his soft, gentle touches. His large hands ran up and down my back, lips moving from my neck to my cheek.
"That woman is a miracle worker... What was that other thing you had to tell me?" I looked into the eyes of my lover when he asked the question. The envelope containing the answer to his question was still in my right hand. I pulled away from his body just enough to give him what I knew would make him even happier.
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