“Hey, I’m behaving.” I hold up one hand in mock surrender. “I could have made some remark about wishing it was my meat you were biting into . . .”
“Biting?” She chuckles.
“Good point. Wrong word. Maybe . . . wishing it was my meat you had in your mouth.”
She laughs again. “Go get yourself some food. I think the lack of calories is making you delirious.”
I chuckle and head off to follow my marching orders. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past six months of being married, it’s that the phrase happy wife, happy life is spot-on accurate. And my main mission in life now is to keep Ana happy. A mission I’m more than good with.
It used to be that all I had was hockey. Now my life is so full of love, and family, and friendships. Ever since I met Ana, not a single day has gone by that I haven’t been grateful for her in my life, grateful for the man she’s turned me into.
Just as I’m loading my plate with food, Jordie wonders over, looking more serious than I’ve ever seen him.
“Hey, man, can we talk?” he asks, his voice low.
I nod. “Of course. Lead the way.”
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