I take a sip of my coffee and then glance down at my list. With my mind racing, I woke up early, came out here, and started writing down the things I wanted to do before I got married.
I wanted to be thoughtful in my check-off list, not just write things down to write them down. So I’ve narrowed it down to five items.
Do something that makes me feel pretty.
Create a circle of trust.
Spend a day saying yes.
Stand up for myself.
Follow my heart.
I stare down at the list, a large smile on my face as I realize this is exactly what I need to get out of this rut, this dark pit I feel like I’ve been sinking into. And I already have some ideas on how to check these off.
“What do you think, Mom and Dad?” I whisper. “Think this is a way to jumpstart my life again?”
A warm sense of comfort rushes through me. It might all be in my head, but I almost feel like I can sense their approval.
“Good morning,” Breaker says as he steps into the living room, scratching his chest and looking like he needs at least two more hours of sleep. “How long have you been up?”
“About an hour. There’s coffee warming if you want some. The raspberry kind of course.”
“As if you need to say anything, I could smell it from the bedroom.” He stumbles over to the kitchen, his feet scraping against the tile as he makes it to the coffee pot and pulls down the Jack Skellington mug I got him one year for Christmas. It was one of his favorite movies growing up. Since buying presents for a billionaire is incredibly hard, I decided to go the sentimental route. He uses it often. Once he pours his coffee, he turns toward me and nods at my paper and pen. “What are you writing?”
“The next greatest novel. It’s about a dragon who slays . . . on the dance floor and out on the battlefield.”
He sips his coffee and then says, “Does the dragon dress in drag?”
“Obviously.”
“I’d read the hell out of that, especially if it’s as riveting as Lovers, Not Brothers.” He walks over to where I’m sitting on the couch and takes a seat as well. “Does your dragon have a name?”
“Anita Sparkle Claw,” I answer.
“She sounds feisty.”
“With one touch of her talon, you’re transported into ye old ages full of glitter battles and fleshy sword fights.”
He chuckles. “Fleshy sword fights, huh? I like the sound of that. Very intriguing.”
“I’ll be sure to send you the rough draft.”
With a smile over the lip of his coffee mug, he nudges my leg and says, “Seriously, what are you writing?”
“A list.”
He circles his hand. “Care to elaborate?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about how I haven’t been feeling right and, to get myself out of this rut, I came up with a list of things to do before I get married.”
“Like a bucket list?”
“Yes, but this could be called the knot list.”
“Knot list?” he asks, his eyebrow lifting in that cute way of his.
“You know, instead of kicking the bucket, I’m tying the knot.”
“Aah, I’m following you. Okay, so what’s on your list?” I hand it over to him, and I watch as he reads it over, slowly nodding. “Well, for one, you’re already pretty, so no need to worry about that.”
I roll my eyes and steal the list from him. “I want to do something that makes me feel pretty. Something different, and I have an idea. Want to go with me?”
“Go with you where?”
“To check off the first item on my list. I want to go today. Get this ball rolling.”
“Oh,” he says and then winces. “I, uh, I have that date with Birdy today.”
“I forgot about that.” I glance to the side, disappointment heavy in my shoulders. “That’s okay. I can do this by myself.” I flash my eyes up to him. “But some of these I’m going to need a cohort in. I won’t do it alone.”
“Any other day, I’m free,” he says. “I’m there for you.”
“Thank you.” I smile and bring my knees into my chest.
“Care to tell me what the thing is that you’re doing today?”
I shake my head. “No, I want it to be a surprise.”
“Okay.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “And what about this circle of trust? Am I in it?”
“You’re the core of it.”
That makes him smile. “Good. Just checking.” He glances around and asks, “So did you get breakfast, or am I supposed to house you and feed you?”