How to Say I Do

by Tal Bauer

I turned, and Wyatt dropped his gaze—had he been looking at me?—as

Duh, he LURVES you

“How’s Jason? Has he come over to stargaze?” The sudden shift was dizzying, and this veer into the personal caught me off guard. “Uh, no, not for a while. He’s been busy with school. First grade is a wild time.”

I know I'm really not the greatest at math, but Jason is 9. How is he in the first grade?

I lost a ridiculous number of minutes mugging for the mirror in the bathroom, sultrily posing one way and then the other, tipping the hat forward, slowly raising my head, then practicing the sexiest way to slide it on. I shot a duck face at the mirror— And then rolled my eyes and hid my face inside the felt. What was I doing?