Vowing to make sure she never did anything which would incur his anger or distrust of her again, she got out of the shower and quickly dried herself off, slipped on the comfortable terry robe hanging on the back of the door, then tiptoed through the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.Vowing to make sure she never did anything which would incur his anger or distrust of her again, she got out of the shower and quickly dried herself off, slipped on the comfortable terry robe hanging on the back of the door, then tiptoed through the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. She began to hum softly to herself as she fixed breakfast for the two of them. Once breakfast was ready, she carefully set everything on a large serving caddy and carried it upstairs. As she entered the bedroom, Mark was just rolling over. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Good morning," she said cheerfully as she placed the tray on the bed between them. She sat with legs crossed under her on her side of the bed. "Good morning, yourself," he replied with a smile. "What's this?" "I thought it would be nice to have breakfast in bed. It's been a while since we did that." "That's very sweet of you," he told her, leaning over to kiss her. "Can't make a habit out of it though," she said. "Otherwise you'll start expecting breakfast in bed every weekend. |