The words had held no special meaning, but Anne motioned to the nearest seat, leaving the head of the table for Sam, of course. She gave her husband her coquettish eye, practically batting them for him. He was so good to her, to their daughter who had done nothing but cause trouble since her arrival. The girl hadn't even been conceived yet, and here she was...
"I love you," Anne whispered to Sam. To be honest, and this was something she couldn't admit out loud, Sam was a far better father than she ever would be a mother. She eased into the chair opposite the one he would sit in and motioned for Alex to sit, which the younger girl did.
The food on the table consisted of a small chicken and mashed potatoes, corn and wine.