“What do you want to do today honey buns?” Mr. OTN asked as we sat on the screened porch enjoying our morning coffee.
Okay . . . so he didn’t really call me “honey buns,” because we don’t talk to each other that way. Not insinuating that it’s a bad way to talk if that’s how you choose to show affection for your sweetie. Our endearments are a little less mushy and generic, like a simple “honey” or “sweetie” or “darling”.
Darling: That’s his name for me when he’s feeling particularly fond of me.