Flower Ch. 08

"You've got a real kitchen, with books, flowers, and memories" she sighed before she sat down by the table.

"That I do," I answered "a very smart woman I once knew told me that the kitchen was the heart of the home, and that you should fill your kitchen with love and memories."

She nodded and answered "Edward told me about her, she must have been a special woman!"

I nodded and looked at her, wondering if I should tell her what I felt, or if I should wait. Openly admitting things, wagering your heart, or staying quiet? I sighed and thought about all the difficulties we had been through and all the ways she had of stopping my heart, in a positive way.

"And now when I finally have my love in the kitchen," I whispered "perhaps she might consider staying, so we can make some more memories, the both of us, together?"

She nodded and wiped tears from her cheeks once more. I turned around and started making tea, a wide smile on my face. With all the preparations made I started humming the song that had somehow gotten stuck in my head - no woman, no cry... everything's gonna be all right. My humming turned to low singing, as it so often did when I did things around the house.

A low laughter, two arms around my waist and a warm, wet kiss on my cheek told me that she agreed, this was no time for crying, it was laughing, singing and dancing time. When I pulled her into my arms, and started kissing her, and when she whispered "will you sing for me in the shower too?", I knew in my heart that everything was truly going to be all right.