Stupid writings by an amateur

A love story - two busy bees

I am a designer. A fashion designer in a big fashion company. I lead the design team into looking and arranging designs for every seasons. Yeah, I am quite busy.
But it's fine,I shouldn't dwell in it. Since its my day off today. Finally get to relax and rest a bit.

*knock knock

"You in there? Can you finish up? I need to use the bathroom quickly.."

"Yeah, I'm almost done."

That's my husband. We've been married for 4 years already. We have no big issues since we rarely meet. He's busy and I'm also busy.

*door opens

"Finally"

"Is it your day off today?"

"yeah..."

"oh..."

We rarely have time to have talks like these since we don't meet often. Even though we live in the same roof and sleep in the same bed, we rather rarely feel each other's warmth.

Its always him sleeping in bed exhausted or in his office having meetings.

Well, I barely notice it too as I'm also busy with my job.

Today's my one day in such a long time staying at home for a whole day. Somehow, I don't know what to do. I'll probably just rest and catch up some sleep.

"I'll be heading to work then. Bye"

He left after saying that with a kiss on the forehead.

Well, I guess its just me in this... home.

Noon....

*ding dong

The doorbell sound woke me up. It was pressed repeatedly quite a lot.

I went downstairs to check.

I was quite half asleep when I opened the door so I was confused as to who I saw.

It was my husband.

"Why didn't you just enter?"

"oh, I forgot my keys"

"sigh*"

We went in together.

"So why did you come back? Did you forget something? You could've just asked me to bring it to you."

"What? Oh, no. I had a meeting outside and decided to do the work left at home."

"Why? do I make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, not really..."

We then ate lunch together and he headed straight upstairs for his work.

I then just decided to make something in the kitchen.

"What are you making?"
He said over the counter putting back his empty coffee mug.

"Just baking some cookies... its been a while. "

".... need help?"

" Uhhh... no thank you."

Its not because I don't like spending time with him, its just... He's quite.... clumsy. He even forgot his keys earlier.

"I'll help you. I'd want some anyway. Let me help."

"Oh, alright then. Just make sure not to spil–"

*CLACK!

"... anything...."

".... sorry. I'll–I'll clean it up."