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“Ido.”

“Your wish is mycommand.”

A laugh bursts out ofher.

“That sounded as cheesy as I think it did, didn’tit?”

“Totally. But that’s okay. I love youanyway.”

I’ll never tire of hearingthat.

I watch as she makes her way to the bathroom, doing a funny little waddle that cracks meup.

“What are youdoing?”

“You’re leaking from me!” shesqueals.

Well, crap. Now I’m just turned onagain.

Orstill.

25

Christine

“Whyyyyyyyy?”

“Stop beinglazy!”

I grin. “No.”

“That’s it? That’s all you’re saying? No? No response to me calling you lazy? No explanation?Nothing?”

“Nope. Iambeing lazy, and you know what? Iwanttobe.”

“Such a bad influence. What am I supposed to tell theboys?”

“That you’re dating a brilliant woman who realizes that, contrary to what the population would like us to believe, it’s perfectly okay to be lazy once in a while. God gave himself a day. Why can’t we? We aren’t meant to runconstantly.”

“So, you’re doing nothingtoday?”

“Day of rest,” I say by way ofexplanation.

“Forreal?”

“For real.” I sit up from my place on the couch where I’ve been relaxing, reach over to grab my iced tea off the coffee table in front of me. After taking a sip, I sigh contently and sitback.

He nudges my leg, jostling it around. “Come on! Let’s do something. I’mboorrrred.”

“You’re bored,” Ideadpan.

“Yes.”

“You’re thirty-five yearsold.”

He nods then shrugs. “And I’m a thirty-five-year-old man who’sbored.”

“You’re worse than theboys.”

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