I was right of course.
He loved the decals and his eyes went wide when he saw the menu. He oohed and awwed at the dessert selection but in the end, he chose the waffles called “The Love Note”. I convinced him to get rid of the ice cream so he could have a healthy start to his day.
When the waitress brought our food to the table, Gabe wasted no time. He took a bite and threw his head back before letting out a not-so-subtle moan; which I’m sure was similar to the one he let out in the throes of passion.
“There are kids Gabe! Shh,” I giggle. “So, I’m guessing you approve?”
“Fuck yes,” he groaned before taking a stab at another piece. My eyebrows jump as he picks up a blueberry and pops one into his mouth. “I’m even eating blueberries. I HATE blueberries.”
I stifle a laugh as I bite into my breakfast panini. I need to figure out how to bring up Darci. I clear my throat and straighten my back.
“So…,” I started.
