After the simple conversation between them, Raymart prepared coffee for his wife.
Raymart said confidently, his face lit up with a bigger, gorgeous grin, "Drink it while it's hot."
"I don't think you're acting," Marigold said, taking a cup of coffee in her right hand. Despite her fears that it would warm her tongue, she subsequently drank a small amount.
"What do you indicate when you say I'm not acting? " He asked, his eyes wide with wonder as he looked at his wife.
His wife smiled and took his hand in hers for a few instances. "I'd just like to thank you for your honesty with me. Thank you very much."
"I'm just doing what's right," he explained flatly, "and if it's okay with you, I'd like for us to have an expression of love."
"I don't like endearments," I could just call you by your first and last names. I don't think a term of endearment is necessary because you already know how much I adore you. "Only teenage couples are supposed to have an endearment," Marigold laughed.
