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"How was work darling?" I ask looking up from the stove.

"Not bad. But... a little rough on my ass." He says.

He looks exhausted. He smelled like alcohol and smoke.

"Bad client?" I cock my head. 

"The worst. Some soggy rich pig." He sits down.

"You should change jobs." I say.

"Nah. It's fine. Besides, it makes money." He says.

"But... it's just-" I start.

"Hey, don't worry baby. I'll be fine. Mmmm... something smells good. What's cooking?" He asks.

I pull out the roast ham. 

"Oooh. That looks sexy." He says. 

"It'll taste even better." I say. 

I cut him a slice and I place vegetables on the plate.

"Ugh! My plate can do without the green things." He whines.

"Vegetables are good for you darling." I say putting the plate down. 

"So, how's your little personal project going?" He asks.

"I hope to be done with it soon enough." I say.

"When can I see it?" He asks.

"When I finish it." I answer.

"Aw come on! Pleaaase?!" He asks.

"Puppy eyes really don't work on me." I say.

"Oh right." He sits back up.

"Eat your dinner darling." I say.

"No need to babysit me." He mutters. 

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