“You ready?” Daryl asks, coming back into their bedroom.
“Just about,” Beth answers, giving her hair one more tousle before turning to look at him. “How do I look?” She asks.
Daryl doesn’t even really look at her before he steps in and putting his hands on her cheeks, he gives her a kiss. “You look amazin’,” he says and she smiles and blushes as she always does when he does and says something like that.
She gives herself one more look in the mirror. Skinny jeans, her black and white Converse sneakers, her black Lynyrd Skynyrd tee-shirt that she had bought at the last concert they had gone to; her hair is down and her lips are red with lipstick. Daryl is wearing blue jeans and his own black Lynyrd Skynyrd tee-shirt and she likes to think that they look like a pretty cool couple right now.
She has always enjoyed this band’s music, but since marrying Daryl, Beth has definitely found herself falling in love with it. It’s really the only band her husband tends to listen to so she hears it often enough and when the band goes on tour, Daryl gets them tickets to at least one of the shows; usually for the lawn and they bring a blanket and Beth is pretty sure there is no more perfect moment on earth than sitting in the dark between Daryl’s legs, leaning back against his chest, listening to “Simple Man” and “Free Bird”.