Rix handed over her mug and got her soft, “Thanks, honey,” before he sat beside her and got comfortable.
He sipped his coffee.
They didn’t say anything, just sat beside each other in contented silence on a Sunday morning in his quiet ’hood.
They did this as her birthday present sat on his nightstand, and it had a lot to say.
It did, seeing as it was the picture of them out in Cali, the first one they’d taken together.
She’d put in a frame.
So yeah.
In the end…
His woman totally fucking one-upped him.
And Rix didn’t mind.
Not even a little bit.
The End