“No problem, can we enjoy the weekend together first?” I can already guess what she wants; she’s too young to be married and definitely wants to keep it a secret.
“Of course, I just have to let Sandra know.”
“She knows you’re with me.”
“And my…”
“I asked her to make up some excuse for them,” I interrupt her before she finishes the sentence.
“Okay, Mr. McKnight.”
“Could you find a more affectionate way to call me?” She makes a surprised face, and of course, I laugh at the situation. “No need to be scared, sweetheart.”
I decide to prepare our lunch and make lasagna. It’s one of the dishes my mother taught me to make. I was lucky to have those moments with her; even though I was young, I always liked cooking, and she always encouraged me.
“Liz?” I call her while preparing the lasagna
