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Originally Posted by WhittyBitty Esme grinned at her husband. She loved him so much! She put her magazine in her bag, ready to spend time with Olly. ”Same for you, my love!” Which he knew, but she wanted to say anyway. She happily accepted the cheek kiss before giving him a kiss herself. She giggled. ”I was hungry and feeling impatient.” And it worked out for them. She nodded and waited for him to check on the food.
It only took a couple minutes for him to return with their order. ”Finally!” Esme immediately began eating her fries. She definitely inherited her dad’s appetite. She loved her food! ”Oh, it’s been well! Everything went great with the clients, and it’s always wonderful to be with the horses. How about yours? Did you work things out with the potential client?” She figured that was likely the case, which would explain why he was late.
Oh, yes.
Oliver knew this. The pair was always on the same page when it came to each other. It was one of those traits that he greatly admired, and one that definitely made their marriage work. “Now you have to feel neither.” Once more, he felt a tad guilty for making Esme wait.
There was one thing for certain though - Olly loved how happy the food made her. In turn, he felt the same. He chuckled, watching his wife dig in. It had always been this way, Esme with her healthy appetite. For that reason, Oliver always made sure to have their house really stocked with food and snacks. “That’s not surprising to hear,” he remarked, a hint of pride in his voice as he pulled apart his sandwich. “Will any new horses join the group any time soon?” A piece of lettuce was slipped into his mouth. He nodded as he chewed. Once done, Olly spoke up. “All went excellently! He wants me for the job, so I’ll start working on his family’s portrait tomorrow.” Wasn’t it just exciting how both the jobs were still going strong. |
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