“Only the best for my wife.” He starts to undo the bottle of Dom Perignon. I laugh and hold my hand over my mouth. “Wife…that sounds weird,” I stammer. Joshua screws up his face. “It does, doesn’t it?” The cork pops. “Sounds old.” He frowns as he pours the champagne into our glasses He hands me my glass and I clink it with his. “To growing old.”
