I carried the pasta, coffee, and a heavy heart into the house. I could smell Cole’s mom’s famous spaghetti sauce recipe, waiting for the noodles I’d brought home. Sunny rushed over to greet me.
“Yes, I know, cutie. Let me set this stuff down,” I told her as I entered the kitchen. “I have pasta.” I held the grocery bag up. “And coffee.”
“I knew I loved you for a reason.” He took the grocery bag from me, set the coffee down on the counter, and then pulled me in for a kiss. “Missed you. I hate when you work late.”
“Going to hate that I’m heading for the away game even more.”
“Mostly that I can’t go with you.”
“Next time.”
“Absolutely.” He kissed me again and then dumped the penne into the already-boiling water. “How was work otherwise?”
“Fine. Just a lot going on.” I scooped up Sunny a
