“Is it a joke?” she asked.
Michael flinched.
“No, baby,” I said. “It’s not a joke. Go back and watch your movie. I’ll bring your hot chocolate in a minute.”
She went.
I looked down at my husband kneeling on the welcome mat.
“Get up, Michael,” I said. “It’s cold. You’ll get sick. And the kids don’t need to see this.”
He stood up slowly. His knees were soaked.
“Is that a no?” he asked.
“It’s a no.”
“Will it ever be a yes?”
I looked at him for a long time. At the man I married. At the man who rewrote my chemistry notes and held me all night when my grandmother died and read bedtime stories in funny voices.
At the man who texted my sister you’re insane when she told him she was going to kiss him in
front of me.
