Gabby
Both Barrett and I are leaning against the headboard, and I'm playing with an invisible string. Anything to not meet his eyes. I sigh heavily, trying to figure out where to even get started.
"Getting started is the hardest part. Just tell me what your first memory is, whether it be good or bad,” he offers, seeming to know I'm having issues trying to figure out how to get all of these thoughts out.
It takes me longer than I want it to, but I finally come up with what I want to tell him. "The first time I made him angry was when I came home from work early and baked him a cake. It was for a promotion he got at work. I hadn't exactly told him I wanted to bake for a living yet, and I was still in the newlywed stage of trying to impress him. I was so proud, always was, of being on his arm, of having his last name, of watching him shine." I stop for a minute to gather my thoughts.