Caleb shook his head after he was gone. "I usually regulate the time he spends on his Xbox, but it's coming in handy today."
We finished our own breakfast, which was delicious. I helped Caleb clean the kitchen, putting the dishes into the dishwasher while he wiped down the counters and stovetop.
The easy silence between us felt normal,
but knowing the discussion still to come, anticipation churned in my stomach.
"Let's go sit in the living room where it's comfortable," he suggested, his tone gentle but carrying an underlying seriousness.
"This conversation might take a while because you need to know why it's so important to me that you say yes to what I'm going to propose."
I followed him into the adjoining room and sat down on the sofa, and he settled into the club chair next to me. I folded my hands in my lap, a nervous energy sliding through me.
