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Rainy Day Afternoons
I awoke that morning all smiles. How could I not when I turned onto my left side to see Edge there laying beside me? He looked so handsome yet sweet and even angelic in his sleep as I eyed him.
"Just so you know, I'm awake," he suddenly said, surprising me.
I laughed softly and tossed a pillow at his head. His eyes opened just in time for him to see it coming, and he caught it. He hurled it aside and pulled me to him in the most playful manner, our lips meeting.
"I love you," he murmured the second our mouths separated. We'd been together nearly a year at this point, but it still brought pleasant shivers up and down my spine to hear him say those three little words.
"I love you, too." I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. Afterward, I sat up and stuck my feet into my slippers, which were on the floor beside the bed. I typically brought a pair there at his apartment whenever I stayed over.
"How about I whip us up some breakfast?"
"Amy..."
I looked back over at him to find him rolling his eyes heavenward.
"What?"
"Come on," Edge teased, "you're not exactly the world's greatest cook... I'll make us breakfast."
I couldn't help chuckling as he rose from the bed and padded toward the bathroom.
"Just... give me a minute," he said before he closed the door.
I laughed, enjoying myself, and hopped into the kitchen to wait for him. It was true... I had to confess - I wasn't all that much adept in the kitchen, at least not where the stove was concerned.
"Okay," my boyfriend said not a moment later as he sleepily entered the room, "let's see what we've got here." Yawning, he headed over to the refrigerator and opened the door to peer inside. "Eggs... American cheese... Onions, uh huh... And some bacon."
I'd made myself comfortable on a stool at the table, which was more like a bar than a conventional kitchen table. I cocked my head, watching him with amusement as he continued with his small inventory of breakfast items in the fridge.
"So, what are you proposing to prepare?"
He closed the door and came up with a few items in hand. Grinning, he said, "Scrambled eggs ala Copeland." He came toward me to place everything on the table and then affectionately tweaked my nose.
"Mmm... Just about anything would be tasty ala Copeland," I remarked.
He turned to fully face me as he reached for a pan in one of the cabinets.
"Amy, you're scaring me... 'cause now, you sound just like your friend Lisa Marie!"
Laughter once again took over me. One of the best things in my relationship with Edge was that he always, seemingly effortlessly, could make me laugh - or at least smile. I really loved guys with a sense of humor.
The mention of one of my best friends brought yet another back to the forefront of my mind. Growing serious, I asked Edge, "So... speaking of my friends... I forgot to tell you - Trish is getting married."
"Really?" His attention was drawn straight back to me as he turned his head to look me in the eye, one of his brows arched. "To that Randy guy she's been seeing?"
"None other."
"Wow... Well, that was fast!" he said and went back to work on breakfast. He cracked two eggs in one hand and emptied their contents into a bowl.
"Yeah, I know," I said, biting my lip. The truth was, in spite of how supportive I'd been toward the blonde, I pretty much felt the same way Candice did, just a bit less cynical. "I'm happy for her, really." I let out a soft sigh and decided to start some coffee. "But I hope she's not making a huge mistake. I mean, she hasn't even known the guy very long."
With the packaged Boar's Head deli cheese in hand, Edge came forth to kiss me on the forehead.
"You're a real good friend," he said with a soft smile. "You haven't breathed a word of your concern to her, have you?"
I shook my head.
"I just want her to be happy... and I want to be supportive. She's the oldest friend I have, the one I go farthest back with, you know?"
He nodded and peeled off a slice of American cheese, popping it into his mouth.
"Yeah, I do know. Hey, don't worry," he said. "She'll be great. If she and Randy love each other, that's all that matters."
"Heh."
"'Heh?'" he questioned, giving me a strange look. "Was it something I said?"
I retrieved a fresh filter from one of the kitchen drawers and cast him an amused look.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. You sounded just like Trish just now." I grinned. "She would have said the exact same thing."
He snickered as he finished preparing the eggs and cheese. The bacon was already sizzling in a second pan, and I began to brew us some fresh coffee.
I grabbed the remote for Edge's mini-plasma TV and turned it on, wanting to catch Weather on the 1's on the NY1 channel on cable.
"For today - heavy rain and thunderstorms are expected throughout the day..."
"Well, I guess that takes care of going out today," I quipped.
"No problem - we'll stay in and make a whole day of being indoors," Edge told me with a mischievous wink. He got me laughing yet again.
"Baby, I love the way your mind works."