"Alcide, hurry up! Breakfast is going to get cold!" she called from the kitchen where she stood wearing a cupcake apron, hair in a high ponytail and a pair of slippers on her feet. Things had been normal, and wonderful for a few years now. Her and Alcide had married a few years before at the church down the street that she had gone to all her life with her Gran. Alcide was making a decent bit of money so she didn't have to work unless she wanted to, and want to she did. She worked a part-time shift at the bank in town while Alcide worked for himself. They had a nice thing going on, too.
But this morning, things were going to be a little bit different. She couldn't hide it anymore, and she knew Alcide thought that she was crazy. So she stood there with a smile on her face holding out a glass of orange juice for him when he came into the kitchen. "Morning!"
But this morning, things were going to be a little bit different. She couldn't hide it anymore, and she knew Alcide thought that she was crazy. So she stood there with a smile on her face holding out a glass of orange juice for him when he came into the kitchen. "Morning!"