Chapter 10: Look What the Cat Dragged In
On Sunday morning, I bring Dan breakfast in bed—a half dozen thick, homemade pancakes that are vaguely heart-shaped, coated in melted butter and hot maple syrup. They’re stacked on one plate on a folding TV tray I use whenever I eat in the living room, but I include two sets of silverware and two mugs of fresh coffee so we can cuddle beneath the bed sheets while we eat.
When we’re done and the tray rests on the floor beside the bed, I pull out my iPad and open a blank document in the Pages app. “So,” I say, flashing my lover a quick grin, “let’s talk wedding.”
Dan groans and covers his head with the covers. “Do we have to? I just woke up.”
“You just finished eating,” I correct. “And before that, we made love. And before that, you went to the bat
