“Since you’re okay with everything I’ve said so far, I’ll continue,” Caleb said, taking a sip of coffee.
“I travel a lot for work—as you know, successful men can’t avoid social drinking. I’d expect you to be home every day waiting to take care of me. My mom is quite particular too. She doesn’t trust restaurant food, so while we can hire a maid, I’d still like you to cook occasionally. You know, wash your hands and make soup.”
“I also think it’s important we keep up a fitness routine after marriage. We should grow together.”
Brittany glanced at the small belly straining against his shirt buttons. His dress pants probably came from the plus-size rack.
Height-wise, he was barely passable.
She quietly set her cup down. “Any other requirements? Might as well list them all.”
Caleb, surpris
