The next morning, I was downstairs making breakfast. I woke up early to prepare a box of food for him, knowing he was leaving. I wanted him to have a hearty meal for his trip. As I prepped the sandwiches, sliced fruits, added crackers, and packed desserts, a smile came to my lips, but underneath, I felt a pang of dismay. He would be gone for three whole days, and video calls could never compare to seeing him in person.
Once I finished, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my napkin, pulled off my apron, and grabbed the lunch box before stepping outside.
"Did I keep you waiting?" I asked, walking towards him with a smile.
Roman leaned against his car, dressed impeccably in formal attire, and each look at him deepened my reluctance to see him leave. His smile brightened when he saw me. "No, you didn't," he replied. I reached his side just as he cupped my cheeks with his hands.
"Thank you for being the best wife ever," he said, and I chuckled at the compliment.
