When I woke up, there was a gift box with a note in Winston’s place on the bed. The note said “For you. I also made breakfast.” I felt like such a queen! Why didn’t I ask him to move in with me sooner??
I opened the box and pulled out what looked to be a dress. It was a dress alright—a house dress. The fashionista in me said no way on Watcher’s green earth I’m wearing that. The mom in me suggested I try it on. I liked the color, and it had a little more style than the ones my granny used to wear. I slipped it over my head and let it fall into place. It was the most comfortable thing I had ever worn! I wear fitted clothing most of the time, and it was kind of refreshing to have something draped loosely on my body. I just may have to change my mind about these things.
I thanked him for the gift. He was glad I liked it and said he wanted me to be comfortable. I’m still mad I could have had this treatment all along, but grateful to have it now. He’s different though. Winston isn’t a very romantic guy. Thoughtful? Yes. Romantic? Not much. I can count on one hand the number of amorous things he’s ever said to me. He’s more literal than poetic, and his tongue is more tin than silver. He doesn’t really do gifts either. But lately… I wonder if he’s thinking about popping the question. The relationship is definitely different now, and marriage would be the next logical step. I mean, it would be nice if we could all have the same last name, but let me not get ahead of the process. I only just now got him to move in with me. I can’t expect too much more change in a short time.
