I woke up before Graham that day and decided to make him breakfast. We were
leaving for our honeymoon tomorrow. We were going to my dream vacation spot--
Cancun, Mexico. It was going to be a cruise, then we would go to Belize, Central
America for a week and then back to Cancun for a week. It was going to be
wonderful, and even more, Graham’s parents had paid for over half of it as a
wedding gift.
Graham stumbled out of bed a few minutes into the cooking of breakfast. He
still had no shirt on.
“Tired?” I asked, sarcasticly.
“Nope.” He said, and plopped down in the kitchen chair and rubbed his eyes.
“My mom called.” I said casually. He almost jumped out of his chair.
“What’d she say?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t answer it.” I said, stirring the pancake mix. I heard him
sigh.
“Kersey, give her a chance. Who knows, maybe she was calling to
apologize.” he said. He came up behind me.
“I don’t want to mess with her right now. I’ll wait until after the honeymoon.” I
continued stirring the mix. Graham put his arms around my waist and watched.