"Yeah. Firstly, I love it, making decisions about where we eat or what we do, the way you look at me when you're trusting me to order for you. Taking care of you. I can't tell you how it makes me feel. But I don't ever want to turn into my dad. This can't ever be a one way street, either way."
"Yeah. I'm really sorry."
Taylor laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "I know, baby, you don't have to say it anymore. But make me a promise. From now on, the big things, things that affect us both, we talk about them first. We make decisions like this together. Okay?"
I nodded, tears in my eyes. She pulled me in for a kiss, and it filled my soul. Eventually she broke away, her perfect blue eyes boring into mine with equal measures of love and command. "But you were a very bad girl, weren't you, ba
