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My wife. At a bar. With a lacrosse coach. And a cute bartender. Plus some motherfucking axes.
“Did you eat anything tonight or are you running entirely on cheap liquor?”
Trying to make sure a girl stays fed
“Sweetheart, I don’t have a single clue what you’re trying to do here but I know you need to stop spending all your time wondering what you did wrong when these half-assed people leave you. Stop giving yourself to people who have no hope of ever playing on your level. Stop chasing people who don’t know how to show up for you. It’s a waste of your time and so are they. Let them go. Let the door hit them on the ass on the way out. They’re the ones who fucked up. Not you.”
I’m here. I am right here. All I need you to do is notice me.
“Allow me to make myself clear. I don’t give a pickled fuck how or why we came to be married. You are my wife.
need some fun, you’ll call me. I’ll be the one taking care of you. I’ll give you anything you want, including a properly prepared gin and tonic. If you can’t accept that, you’re welcome to divorce me now.”
Daddy Bread Baker won’t stop until that dough rises.”
Best line
She deserved everything, even if I couldn’t be the one to give it to her.
“I’m picking you up for the Harvest Festival. Be ready at seven.”
Shay: I’m home. Noah: Yes. It seems like you are.
A flashback of all the times I watched you go to festivals and dances and dates with someone else. All the times I never thought I’d get a chance to be the one taking you with me.
“Noah! Hello, hello! Noah, over here!”
GTFOOH CHRISTINE I HATE HER
“Show me what you want, wife.”
“We’re in a deathtrap carnival ride. We can figure out the future if we live to see tomorrow.”
WE😍😍😍😍😍
I couldn’t believe I’d ignored the subtle glory of holding a satisfied woman. Rather, a woman I’d satisfied.
I didn’t want to let her go all over again and settle back into a life where she wasn’t mine.
“Just because I can plow through by myself doesn’t mean I want to,” I said. “Fuck, Shay. Let me need you, okay?”
“You really don’t have to—”
“Say that again.” I circled the bed, a hand unlatching my belt as I went. “Say it again and see what happens, wife. See how long it takes me to bend you over this bed and show you what I don’t have to do.”
I wouldn’t be in love with a man who’d only signed on for one year and access to my step-grandmother’s land. I wouldn’t have a little family with him, wonky and patched together as we were, and I wouldn’t feel as though I’d gone to Rhode Island searching for the remnants of home and I’d found precisely that.
“Wait, wait, wait. There is no way. Holy bananas, doll. Did he…name his farm after you?”
WHATTTTTTTF
that his farm’s logo is made up of the exact stars you drew on a blue-gray background.”
With the husband who loves you so much he wanted to see your little star drawing every single day, even before you came back to him.”
