Just the Way you Are

Slow Dancing

From my Flufftober 2021 collection. This was definitely 1 of my favorite ones to write!

It had been another brutal day for Hetty, and she just wanted to go home and rest.

Granger disappeared into the back yard for a bit after dinner. She was going to go upstairs when she got a text:

'Get your heels and come out into the backyard!'

Hetty sighed, but grabbed her heels anyway.

When she came out, the yard had been decorated and the waltz music that they loved was playing.

'You did all this?' She asked.

'I know you've been tired these past 3 days, and I wanted to see if I could cheer you up.' Granger replied.

'Mmm. Slow dancing. How appropriate, and definitely what I need right now!'

3 minutes later

Hetty buried her head in her husband's chest and sighed.

'Phone calls with annoying politicians, the agents getting into more trouble then usual, ugh. And today, I felt like I was coming down with something. Am I coming down with something?' Hetty asked.

Granger put his finger on her forehead. 'Hmm. Your head's not warm enough to feel feverous. You're probably just tired.'

'Probably. Groan.'

Humming and rubbing her back. 'I have tough days too where I feel completely drained.'

'I know. Thank you so much for this. Feels nice to know that someone cares about me enough to try and make me feel better.' Hetty said.

'You're welcome.'

They slow danced until Hetty felt tired enough to almost have to be carried to bed.

The next day, Granger woke up to see Hetty next to the toilet.

'I think I have a stomach bug.' She said, softly.

'That's okay. Do you need anything?' Granger asked.

'Stomach medicine and rest.'

'Coming up!'