He entered their bedroom with a tray, loaded up with fruit, pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. “Happy anniversary!” He smiled, placing the tray down on the bed. Karen leaned up and smiled back. “Happy anniversary to you, too.” He kissed her. “I tried to make your favorites before I have to go to work.” “You know I’m on a diet,” she said, going to the bathroom. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.” he said eating her with his eyes. “That’s sweet.” She returned to the bed and ate the fruit on the platter. She picked at the other items. “What?” He knew better, but couldn’t resist asking. “Baby, the bacon is too crispy, and the pancakes are lumpy.” He just stood observing her. Why couldn’t she just say thank you and be grateful for him at least making an effort?
