I LOVE YOU MORE

Charlotte Gadd-Henderson

We’d been cuddled up re-watching Bridgerton, eating some rip-off brand of chocolate from Aldi. After watching Daphne get engaged to Simon, Brandon kissed the top of my head and told me he loved me. I glanced from him to the chocolates. Then I told him I loved him more than the hazelnut praline I’d just grabbed from the box.
       Bridgerton produced such gorgeous quotes. Ones that would make anyone on the receiving end hot under the collar.
       ‘I burn for you.’
       ‘You are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires.’
       We sniggered about how, if anyone tried to quote our marriage out of context, we’d sound as if we were two shotguns and a bottle of Diet Coke away from a divorce. I felt bad for the neighbours, but they probably didn’t have to pay for Netflix.
       Weeks later, I leave for work and the last thing I hear as I shut the door is Brandon shouting through the open bedroom window, ‘I love you more than this bloody mismatched sock!’
       I chuckle to myself as I walk down the drive.