In a few days, we were going away on our honeymoon. I couldn’t wait. I’ve become addicted to my husband’s presence. I met Laura in the kitchen to help with the boys’ breakfast. Because of the winter weather, they got up a little later and the day was less intense, but that didn’t stop the influx of cowboy after cowboy coming in for their meal. “Sugar, just because we got married doesn’t mean you have to take over the cooking.” “I didn’t do all the cooking, but I helped. I haven’t cooked in almost a year and hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today.” “Thanks, baby.” “Yes, thanks, Mrs. Cline.” “Oh my goodness. I forgot that’s my last name now.” “You better get used to it because calling you Santini will never happen again.” “Chill out, William. I didn’t know what my last name was, so everybody has been calling me Ana.”
