A Woman's Heart

My emotions spilled over like a toppled cup of matcha latte.

I really wasn’t in the mood for emotions, but for the past hour, I had cried until my nose was clogged with snot.

My husband regarded me ruefully, “I’ll buy you another one.”

My matcha latte had spilled all over the kitchen floor, and I’d collapsed and cried over its untimely death.

“Babe, I just feel like my entire life is falling apart. Ya know?”

“Over matcha?” his expression was stricken, “C’mon. I’ll get you another one.”

“No! I wanted that one.”

His shoulders suddenly relaxed, and a slow, warm smile emerged. “Your period is coming.”

“How do you know?” I sniffed, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

He grabbed his keys and nodded towards the door, “I know what my baby needs: matcha and sushi.”

I perked up a little, “Really?”

He nodded, “C’mon.”