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The next drawer down has a his stack of track pants and gym shorts and a hers stack of yoga pants and shorts.
The bottom drawer has two pairs of mens’ pajama pants and two pairs of womens’ flannel pajamas.
The sliding door opens.
“I’m impressed,” I say. “When did Carson do this?”
I snatch a pair of ladies undies and a pair of socks.
“Probably the day I brought you for the anniversary brunch,” he says, eating up the distance between us. “I gave him your sizes and some of your favorite foods and drinks. He makes it a practice to keep all our old rooms ready in case we ever stay.”
“Well, I’m impressed. I’m coming out for coffee. More coffee out there?”
“There’s a coffee maker in Grace’s room. She stays over often. I’d rather have you to myself right now, though, wife.”
“Does everyone’s room lead to this balcony?”
“Boys. Girls on the other side. No balconies for them, so they’ve often made use of ours by slipping into Ash’s room at the end of the hall.”
“That must have been fun growing up,” I say.
He looks at me like I’m an alien. “Maybe if I had a different family.”
My expression drops. “Sorry. I didn’t think. I just… verbal diarrhea.”
He pulls me close. “Good morning, wife,” he says and kisses me.
“Good morning,” I reply.
“Good morning, wife,” he repeats, smiling.
My heart skips a beat. I know he wants me to say good morning, husband. I’m not sure I can form the word with my mouth right now.
“Slept great,” he finally says. “you in my arms. Can’t remember the last time I slept here and been a while since I slept so well while I was here. Or… in general.”
He doesn’t look disappointed that I didn’t say what he wanted me to say. And that’s refreshing.
“I’m gonna get dressed. Can you possibly get me a coffee from Grace’s room?” I ask.
“On it,” he replies and kisses me again.
“Are the track suits packed here okay for breakfast? Or are we expected to be dressed up?”
“Wear whatever the fuck you want, little bunny. I’d say stay just like that if I could keep you to myself all morning, but I definitely don’t want my brothers or the staff catching sight of these sexy legs.”
I laugh and slide the patio door open a couple inches and call out, “Grace?”
She turns away from the railing and looks surprised.
“You gonna dress casual for breakfast?”
“I… don’t usually do casual.”
“There are yoga clothes in here and I don’t want to wear the red ballgown, so…”
“I’ll do casual for you, sis,” she says, smiling.
“Do you have casual clothes here? If not, there are some new yoga pants in the drawer in there.”
