My life was good. My life was more than good. It was perfect. Indigo was perfect.
“Babe, do you want the pizza with ham and pineapples?” I yelled while she took her shower.
“Do you even know me?” She yelled back. I heard her turn off the shower. “Pineapples have no place on pizzas, Mason.”
“That’s why we’re perfect for each other,” I muttered to myself because pineapples really had no place on pizzas. I called the pizza place and ordered a large pizza with extra cheese, ham and mushrooms.
I watched her while she dressed. Not like a creep. Like a man who had found a treasure. I was that man.
Waking up with her by my side never got old. It was every bit as amazing as the first night. It was still a pleasant surprise. To think I had gone the extra mile for her. And the goddess a
