Bailey:How about I suggest things and you can say yes or no.
Eli:Yes.
Bailey:Good job! You got the hang of that quick. Okay, how about head rubs?
Eli:YES.
Bailey:Wow. That was enthusiastic.
Eli:You gave me a head massage on our wedding night.
Bailey:I thought you were asleep.
Eli:I was. Mostly? I thought it was a dream. But it was a really lovely one.
Bailey:Noted. Another option: I could cook for you?
Eli:No offense, but no.
Bailey:Offense taken! Why not?
Eli:Last night, when we were doing our nightly Q&A thingy from that book you found, you said you couldn’t cook. That you once forgot water was boiling until it all evaporated and then ruined a pot.
Bailey:I thought we agreed that our little get-to-know-you exercise wasn’t to be used as ammo against the person.
Eli:Not ammo! Just knowledge. And now that I know you can’t cook, I think it’s best we keep it out of Bailey Bucks.
Bailey:Fine. Back massages?
Eli:YES YES YES YES
Bailey:Don’t you have a trainer or something for that?
Eli:The team has a massage therapist come in sometimes, but she’s not you.
Bailey:SHE? Your massage person is a woman?
Eli:Jealous?
Bailey:Honestly, yeah. I hate the idea of other people touching you. Does that make me a terrible person?
Eli:No. You’re my wife. You can feel that way all you want. I like it a lot.
Eli:And trust me when I say I DO NOT like or want any guy touching you. He won’t like it either if he wants to keep his hands. Or face.
Eli:Did you fall asleep texting again? Or did my violent side scare you?
Bailey:I don’t hate it.
Bailey:Okay, fine. I kind of love it. But …
Eli:This but is taking a long time…
Bailey:I just don’t always know what to expect here. What’s real and what’s … just the arrangement.
Eli:We should probably talk about that.
Bailey:We probably should.