Drabble 37 – Sourpuss (courtesy of Alucard 491)
Lisa smiled as she felt a pair of familiar arms slip around her waist from behind her and then her husband's body press against hers.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
She had been thinking about their first meeting. They had traveled a hard road, one that had a less than auspicious beginning to say the least. He had called her an old sourpuss, though she felt that she had been neither. Now however, she knew she was old.
Rick's embrace tightened as he whispered, "I love you…you beautiful sourpuss."
Her smile widened. He always knew just what to say.