♥ Megan ♥
By the time we got home from Caleb and Amy’s, my face still felt warm from all the laughing. The whole evening had glowed: good news about the baby, our engagement toasts, and lasagna that could cure any bad mood. Shane locked the door and dropped the keys in the bowl.
“That was a good night,” he said. “I needed that,”
“Me too,” I said. “My heart feels full. My stomach might need a break, though,” he smiled and followed me into the kitchen. The apartment felt soft and quiet after all the voices. Fairy lights still framed the window, and it smelled faintly of sugar and coffee from the bakery boxes I had brought home earlier. “Tea?” I asked.
“Sweet tea,” he said. “Obviously. We are engaged now. We have standards,” I rolled my eyes, but the little joke settled my nerves. The ke
