"Look, there is no need for you to even think about what you left at Spencer's." Sarah sighed as if Ezra better get used to the fact he was here at their house now. "It is our house."
She was comfortable in her bunny slippers, and pink Hello Kitty pajamas. The place was warm and clean. The baby was in a lull. She went to put him in his bed, down the hall.
Sarah went back to the kitchen to find Ezra pouring a glass of milk. He was in his jeans and barefooted. He didn't even have a shirt on.
"See, you couldn't be doing that at Spencer's." She reminded him how cozy it was in this snug place, with the Tuscany colored walls and sun-kissed foyer.
"I know. Its hot in here." He bit into a sugar cookie. "I'm going to get sick here. I just know it."
"Yeah, right." Her brow furrowed as she put her fist on her hips as if he were just trying to annoy her.
"Its the God honest, truth, Sarah. Its cold down at the church." He told her. "You keep it too hot in here. I swear my mother never turned on the heat til late November."
Sarah hugged herself as she watched him down another pumpkin shaped sugar cookie.
"Quit being a grouch." She went to snatch a cookie before he ate them all. She dipped it in his glass of milk. He only watched. "You're the one being fickle. Not me. If it were up to me, we'd be married by now." She couldn't help it. It needed to be said.
He eye-balled her then.
"You know, about the church." He looked at her perturbed. "You have to be a member."
"Who cares about memberships!" She couldn't help but let her voice rise. "Lets just go down to county court house."
Now he looked hurt. She knew it now. He was the one who wanted the church wedding. Why hadn't she realized that by now?