And then Alex remembered the reason he had married her. Well one of the many reasons anyway. Olivia could still surprise him sometimes. After all these years, she felt so familiar to him, but every once in a while she would help him steal silverware. What more could a man ask for in a woman? He tried not to make his grin too obvious. It clearly was not working. "I'll eat whatever you make for me." He took her hand and brought it up to his lips, slowly kissing every one of her fingers while looking into her eyes. Alex didn't understand how men could claim so much love for their wives and end up divorcing them later. In this moment, looking at Olivia, Alex couldn't imagine his love for her ever running out.
"Did I mention that I love you?" He let their hands fall back down to the table and gently ran his thumb over her fingers. "Yeah, everything's going fine. Steering clear of dad just in case, you know. I love the man, but sometimes our egos are bigger than our brains. I really don't want to have one of our epic disagreements in the hallways of Moses Pearson."