Morgan closed her eyes and sniffed the air.
âOh, just a casserole I baked.â
Morganâs eyebrows rose in question. âYou know how to bake casseroles now?â
âYep.â Will nodded like a child who had just mastered the art of tying his shoes.
âWhat kind?â
âA chicken, broccoli, cheese, and rice casserole.â
âMan, it smells good. And that spaghetti you packed me for lunch today was absolutely scrumptious. Iâm just sorry I didnât get a chance to find that out last night,â Morgan said.
Gingerly, Will placed his hand on Morganâs shoulder. âHoney, donât bring all of that up. Weâve already kissed and made up. Besides, some people say spaghetti tastes better the second day anyway.â
âAll I know is it was good. And it looks like I wonât miss the treat youâve made for us tonight.â
âNope, you sure wonât.â
âOkay, I am going to slip out of these clothes and wash my face and hands, and Iâll be back down in a moment.â
âGood, that will give me a chance to set the table.â
âMan, my stomach is growling,â Morgan said.
âIâll second that. I donât believe Iâve eaten since this morning.â
Isaiah banged on his high chair and screamed something that sounded close to the word, âYeah.â
âOkay, I guess that is a third, so that makes it unanimous,â Will said.
âSet the table, Iâll be right back down.â Morgan turned and left for their bedroom.
Will nodded. He couldnât have asked for the day to turn out any better than it had. And, from the looks of things, they were only continuing to get better. He looked forward to dinner, and also to the private session with his wife later on that evening. And while he still wasnât sure exactly what kind of lesson he was supposed to learn from the test he was being put to, he was learning not to take the small things in life for granted. He never would have thought that just seeing a happy look on his wifeâs face or looking forward to private, intimate time would cause him so much joy.
He hated that he and Morgan had fought the night before, but as a result of the fight they had made up and it sounded like Morgan wanted to continue with round two of their session later on that night.
After setting the table, Will pulled Isaiahâs high chair over into the dining room. The baby had shaken his bottle filled with formula so much that puddles of milk pooled on the surface of his high chair. Will got a paper towel and wiped up the spill. When he placed the paper towel in the trash can, he saw that it was full to the point that it was about to overflow. Before the job loss, he normally emptied the trash every other day or so on his way to work. But now he tried to make sure that it was as full as possible before taking it out, so as not to waste more money on trash bags.
He stepped through his garage to throw the bag in the outside trash can. As he opened the door to return into the garage, a bird flew in. The bird flew to the corner and landed on a shelf. It then flew to the other side of the garage and landed on top of Morganâs car.
Will opened the garage and the bird flew out. He shook his head with an uneasy feeling about the bird coming into their house, as he remembered an old wivesâ tale that his grandmother used to say. He knew it had something to do with birds flying into a personâs home and bad luck. He tried to shake off the feeling, thinking it was silly to put any credence into an old tale.
After closing the garage, he returned to the kitchen, washed his hands, and joined Morgan, who had picked up the casserole and carried it to the dining room table. It was a lot like old times as he watched his wife move as if she didnât have a care in the world. Will picked up from the counter Isaiahâs plate, which consisted of stage three baby foods,