“Dinner tasted so good. Thank you, sugar.” He says sweetly after we clean up the table.

“Thank you. I think the goulash tasted especially tasty tonight.” I remark as I glance over at him and wonder if he really meant what he said earlier.

Knowing that this is something to not be taken lightly, I tread carefully as I ask, “Did Macy say how far along she is?” While secretly wondering if there was something she didn’t tell me.

Shaking his head, he replies hesitantly as he puts the remaining contents of our meal in the fridge, “No, why?”

Running my fingers over the dark wood of the top of...