#nathanf

After spraying your favorite scent on your neck, wrist and elbows, you set the bottle down and gave yourself a last look in the mirror. “Are you almost ready, Nathan?” You called out to your husband. You were going to a party that Netflix was throwing after the success of the first season of Santa Clarita Diet. You were excited to see everyone again, having thought that Drew was lovely.

“I don’t know,” Nathan said, slipping behind you, putting his arm around your waist. “I might have to strip us both down, then start over again.”

You were just waiting for him to get the hint. He hadn’t picked up any of them so far, but you kept up the hope that he would eventually. The dinner that you made him, the flowers that were set up on the table, the fact that you had dressed up which wasn’t the most common occurrence for you.

You could see it clear on his face that he was trying to figure out what was going on. He asked at first if you had gotten the promotion at work, to which the answer was no. Then he asked if your siblings had a child and you had a little niece of nephew running around, another question which the answer was no.

You sipped on your wine and watched more in amusement than disappointment. His face really was verging on hilarity. You finally let him off the hook by clearing your throat and nudging your head towards your wall calendar. The current date was all set up with different heart with Nathan’s initials in them.

“Oh, yeah, of course I remembered that.” He said, full of false confidence, making you laugh finally.