Richard would definitely have to agree with that assessment. Work was…well, work was the same as ever, but he had gone into law for a reason. He enjoyed it, as odd as some people thought that made him. And he hadn’t dealt with any clients who seemed to be bordering on clinical insanity lately, which was always a bright side. And he couldn’t deny that it had been great to see how excited Emma was as she worked on the musical, knowing how much effort had gone into getting that far.
He might have been nervous to ask at first, but he couldn’t have been happier with Emma moving in with him and everything that had transpired since then. It felt almost surreal at times when he stopped to think about it and realized that they were already approaching almost half a year. And at the same time, that seemed like such a fleeting amount of time when he thought about spending the rest of his life with her, years instead of months. And there wasn’t any doubt in his mind that that was the way it would be. It was just one of the things that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.
He couldn’t deny that he could be a bit of a workaholic at times during the week – though he had gotten a bit better about that lately – but weekends were a different story entirely. Weekends were about spending time with Emma, friends, and family. It was endearing how excited Emma was over her recent cooking success, and Richard couldn’t help being amused by her enthusiasm. He chuckled quietly but obediently leaned forward slightly to eat the bite of cake. “Not bad at all. Really good, in fact,” he said with certainty after a moment. His eyebrows lifted thoughtfully and he said, “Wow, you didn’t burn down the kitchen and the cake turned out really well. I’m almost rethinking my policy of reacting with terror when you mention yourself and cooking in the same sentence.” Granted, it wasn’t long before a teasing grin found its way onto his face, but that was to be expected.