Get Crazy

“Andy, you’re home!” Lucy cried enthusiastically.

“Where else would I be?” he smiled, giving her a hug and a kiss.

“At the restaurant of course, your second home, sometimes I think it’s your first.”

“I could say the same about you. Look at the time.”

“I know I had an order for a wedding cake to work on. I’m tired, my feet hurt, and I’m hungry.”

“I brought dinner, March made a chicken ziti that’s to die for.”

Lucy smiled, “He’s turning out to be quite an asset, I had reservations at first.”

“Not me, I know what he can do. I’ll just heat it up.”

“Andy,” she called from the lounge, “I don’t suppose you’ve talked to Jeff?”

Andy knew what was coming, “Actually yes, I have, Saturday morning, Lucy.”

Lucy smiled, lying back on the sofa, "good onya, Jeff," she thought.

“I have every intention of marrying you, Lucy. Things have just been wild.” Andy placed the dish in the oven to heat and walked back into the lounge pulling up a foot stool he sat down and began to massage Lucy’s feet.

“You know it makes me crazy when you do that,” Lucy looked at him from half open eyes.

“Go ahead, get crazy Lucy,” he bent down and nibbled her big toe.

“The ziti will burn,” she said.

Andy grinned, “How long do you think this is going to take?”