Take a break, Diane

A\N: I LOVE this couple soooooo much. I have so many ideas for this ship, and Willicia, you've just got to wait for them. This is so much fluffier than Too personal. I love writing this fandom, I really do. 

I hope you enjoy this McHart oneshot, Angels.

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The apartment is silent with only the scratching of the pen being streaked across a piece of paper, the turnings of pages being heard.

Kurt watches as his wife works on the couch, her glass of Merlot all but forgotten on the coffee table surrounded by case files and boxes and pens and Post It notes of various colours and shapes, and highlighters, as she slips further into the case she's currently working on. His wife has seemingly forgotten about him, but he doesn't care, he loves seeing her in her element. He admires his wife's uncanny ability to ignore everything and anything around her, which means ignoring her own health and well being most of the time so it falls to him, not that he minds. He likes taking care of his wife, when she lets him.

 He looks at his phone and sees the time is ten past nine and it looks like she'll be working late into the night, early into the morning. He puts his phone down on the arm of the chair he's sitting and stands up, walking over to his wife, who has got the entire couch covered in files, legal pads, highlighters, pens and Post It notes with  legal acronyms scribbled on them. 

"Diane," he says, his wife doesn't look from the legal pad she's writing on, the red pen in her hand shooting across the pages. 

"Diane!" He says louder this time, his wife still doesn't respond to him. He smirks to himself as an idea enters his head. The smirk falls off his face when he sees her reaction. He leans down to put his lips to his wife's ear. "Justice is peeing in your closet." He says quietly, watching in amusement as his wife's head snaps up from the legal pad she's been immersed in since she got home at the thought of her precious dog ruining her precious clothes. His wife gets off the couch, throwing the pad and pen down where she was sitting. 

A chuckle escapes his lips, his wife pivots to look at him. "Justice isn't peeing in my closet, is she?" His wife asks, her eyes flashing with slowly rising anger. Kurt shakes his head, his hand clamping gently around her arm to stop her from going back to work. 

"Diane, it's past half 9 on a Friday night, you've been working non-stop for three weeks, you need a break, take a break from working for a few hours tonight." He tells her gently, staring at her beautiful face, his eyes zeroing in on the black smudges underneath her green irises. He sees the argument that Diane prepared, die on her lips as she crumples. 

"Okay, just for a few hours." She acquiesces, a smile gracing her lips as her arms wind around his neck and kissing deeply for the first time in three weeks. 

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A\N: This McHart is a short one as I'm going over all my recently published  The Good Wife stories and editing them, but don't worry Angels, I'll still be writing more McHart and Willicia as I'm editing. I hope you enjoy this one, Angels.