Tara pulled the pot roast from the oven and smiled at the baby girl giggling in her high chair. “That smells good, huh, Gweny.” She pulled the roast free and used the juices to make the gravy for the potatoes. The corn slowly cooked on the back burner. “Yummy, yummy, yummy.”
Bryson walked into the kitchen, kissed Gwen’s head and carefully pulled Tara away from the stove. “I have wonderful news,” He kissed her. Hard.
She gasped gently as he pulled her against him and she kissed him back just as hard. “Well good. I like good news,” she mumbled against his lips. “A lot better than bad ne-” Her eyes widened as she saw his uniform. “Did you-?”