“How was your cake?”
Not again. I don’t know if I can do it again. I blink away a tear, sigh.
“It was okay,” I say looking over, damn dreams.
“Why are you sad babe?” He asks with a frown, setting his coffee cup down.
“No reason,” I lie. “Probably because I’m getting older,” I add with a smile.
“Come here.” He crooks his finger and I stand up, let him pull me into his arms. “You love this song, let’s dance.”