“There’s nothing wrong with having this once in a while. Besides, we’re celebrating you.” I hold the piece of bacon in front of her, but she stares at it with hesitation. “Come on, Love. You know you want to.” That pulls a diminutive curve on her lips, and I swear my heart expands. I don’t know what it is about the way her lips stretch just a bit that stirs something within me, but it just does. She takes the piece and I grab another, dip it in the syrup, and simultaneously, we take a bite. “That’s good.” We say at the same time.
