I want to surprise H with an intimate dinner and rush back home to prep, cook, and serve the meal.

“I didn't know you cooked so well,” Hunter compliments several hours later, rubbing his hand on his stomach, full from eating my lasagna.

“You did not ask.” I am leaning with my head on his right arm in the lounge chair near the pool, where it has since become one of my favourite places in the house.

We are there admiring the beautiful moon above us. I don't particularly remember seeing a full moon as beautiful as this. I think it is special because of the special moment right here...