They had reached a near stable point in their relationship.
Piers had started out wanting complete control. As a student of psychology and women's rights at Oxford, Annabelle couldn't let him.
He was, he hated to admit, attracted to her power and that she made him compromise. So she was slowly making him comfortable with an egalitarian relationship. It was hard work.
She didn't mind the fights.
Made for great make-ups later.
Today, he was learning to let her pick date ideas.
She was making a late breakfast and they were going for a walk afterwards.
Piers sat still and quiet in her humble apartment's kitchen as she went about making omelets for them both. Every few movements, he would open his mouth, make a sort of squeaking sound, and then shut his mouth.
Grinning, she slid his omelette along the table down to him.
As she went back to chop the vegetables for her own omelette, he took a tentative bite.
A few fork clinks later, a happy groan escaped him.
"You know, Annabelle, I used to believe women were only good for making cakes and babies. Now I see to add omelets to the list."
"Piers, do you know why women live longer than men?"
He paused, scoop of egg and cheese halfway to his mouth. "Because men work too hard."
She wheeled around and pinned his spare sleeve to the arm with the chopping knife. "We work in the kitchen. Where the knives are." She grinned wickedly before yanking the knife out and setting it beside the sink.
Piers had no response other than "this omelette is divine."