"Shay, I've got the groceries. I'm going to cook now."
She didn't know how long she had been spacing out until a pair of hands wrapped around her neck from behind. She whipped her head around and gave him a small smile. "I'll join you."
The kitchen counter was filled with all sorts of ingredients, all of her usual favorites. She didn't even have to think to know what Jenson Shelby would be making for her.
"Should I snap the green beans?" Shay asked Jenson Shelby, walking over to the counter and glancing at the beans in a white plastic bag.
"Sure. I'll chop the tomatoes."
They moved busily around the small kitchen. Jenson Shelby, who was rinsing tomatoes, turned off the faucet and asked casually, as if it were an afterthought, "Shay, about you agreeing to marry me... does that still stand?"
Shay's hands stilled over the green beans. "Of course I don't regret it," she answered without hesitation.
