She laughed lightly and came up behind him to slide a plate of sourdough toast and eggs in front of him with a cup of coffee. She kissed his cheek before she returned to the stove. "One of these days I'll have your work schedule down."
She came back to the table and sat across from him, a mug of tea in her hands. Tom came over and leaned against her legs lovingly, and she scratched him behind the ears. "Do you ever think about when we first met?" she asked eventually.
"I don't know," she said, rubbing the side of her neck and looking down at the ground. "I was just thinking about how different you were back then."
"Well, you didn't tell me you loved me," she said, giving him a wry smile. "That was a big difference."
"Even though you fell madly in love with me the minute we met," she said innocently, taking a sip of her tea.
"I feel as if I know you pretty well," she said, resting her head on her hand. "You've loved me since we met. Trust me on this."
"Imagine how heartbreaking it would be," she continued, finishing her tea, "if I found that you didn't love me when you first met me."
