Yet another day has passed in the archeological centre, I arrived at home completely worn out. As I opened the door and kicked my shoes from my feet, I set my backpack on the couch, immediately heading to the bathroom to take a shower. You'd arrive home in just a few hours and I wanted to look presentable and have dinner ready for you to enjoy. Your cute little smiles and how you always had a few crumbs in the corners of your mouth meant everything to me, and the least you deserved is a hearty meal after a long and tiring day at work. If it were up to me you wouldn't need to work at all, I'd cover all of your expenses, just so you could live comfortably.
As I headed out of the shower with my hair in a towel, I started to make dinner. I didn't want to make something too fancy, but it had to be a good meal. I decided to stick to some simple meat stroganoff, sided with some rice. I made just enough for us to eat today and have enough leftovers to eat at lunch tomorrow. That was my strategy for our food, at least, and it kept things interesting.
As I waited for the meat and rice to cook, I turned to the rest of the house. Knowing you, you'd want to cuddle and talk about your day on the couch, and I promptly took my backpack from the mobile to our room to make room for us. But I can't just leave the couch like this, so I headed back into our bedroom and came back with two pillows and a weighted blanket, making the couch a cozy little place for us to cuddle later.
Around maybe 2 hours later, I had everything set. Tasty dinner ready to be served, a comfy couch and, of course, a lot of love to give. You deserved so much more, my love, but this is all I can offer. I decided to fix my hair while you're not here, so I headed to the bathroom and took the towel off my head, revealing my damp, messy hair. I sprayed some water in it and used a bit of your hair supplies, hoping to fix it but I, unfortunately, don't have the same hairstyling skills as you.
You came through our front door to be met with the smell of my cooking, setting your purse on the coffee table and looking around for me. "Greg?" You called before finding me trying to do my hair, a sight which I'm sure was identical to a child playing around with their parents' stuff. I always felt so young with you anyway, but this was slightly pathetic.
"Hey there," I replied with a sheepish smile, "I tried to do my hair this time but..." My words trailed off as I tried to appease you. You simply reached for my hair and started to fix it silently. I watched as your delicate, soft hands worked on my rather messy locks. One would think it's pathetic to rely on your wife to do your hair, but I can't help but be thankful. Thankful whatever fate there is that led me to meet you, and thankful that, after so many years, you're still willing to put up with my lack of skill and do my hair for me. I looked at your face, you were biting your lower lip in focus. You looked radiant, absolutely lovely under our bathroom lightbulb. But then again, you look stunning anyway, any day, anytime.
"Theresa?" I called out. You stopped your tracks and looked at me. I continued, a blush creeping on my cheeks and ears like a schoolboy confessing to his crush. "Have I told you today you're absolutely beautiful?"
You simply chuckled, bringing out that cute smile of yours I'd die for. "You tell me that every day, silly."
As you tried to go back to work on my - honestly, irreparable - hair, I held your waist firmly to stop you. You looked at me with a confused expression. "What's wrong?" You asked, putting those lovely hands of yours on my shoulders. God, that made my brain almost short circuit, but I managed to regain my focus to reply.
"L-Let me tell you again, then:" I took a quiet deep breath, and continued. "You're absolutely beautiful, radiant. I think you might be the most attractive woman I've met."
You simply chuckled again, this time for longer, a lovely blush creeping on your soft, angelic cheeks. "What a flatterer you are today."
"It's true though." I added, holding you closer. Your waist always felt so good beneath my fingers, like the finest silk known to man. To think I get to spend the very rest of my days with you, the thought alone brings a smile to my face.
"I think you're beautiful too." You kissed my forehead, making that sport feel warm, and bringing a foolish smile to my face. You had a way to put me under a spell with every phrase of yours, with every touch, every little caress... If your love was a drug, I'd be a hopeless addict. I leaned closer, needing more of the happy chemicals you brought to me, and holding you tight was a way of getting them.
I think you took it as a request and kissed my forehead again. But you went further: you kissed my eyelids. And then my nose and cheeks. You peppered my face with your sweet kisses, unintentionally melting me and making my mind fog up. I only needed this to be happy honestly. Just you, and your love.
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"The Stars Look Beautiful Tonight, My Love" - An Original Story
Non-Fiction"On the brightest day to follow the darkest night, I shall become one with the Stars above - but you have to allow me so." WILLIAMS, Theresa. Gregory Williams and Theresa Williams have been married for 7 years now, both of them thriving in their lat...
