Recollections

Fluff V

excited to be with you

I breathe in the scent of home as I shut the door behind me, setting my things down on the stand beside the door. I turn and suddenly hear squealing. My eyes catch onto the small frame of my wife as she runs and pummels into me. I fall into the door with her in my arms.

I can't help but laugh as she giggles and covers my face in kisses, leaving one kiss on the lips at the end.

"Welcome home," she purrs gently her bottom lip curling in, under her teeth in excitement. I smile wide and kiss her nose, chuckling as she sinks into a hug against my chest. I wrap my arms around her tightly, her legs wrapped around my hips to keep her up.

She giggles again, and lets her legs fall. I let her slide to stand on the floor, her hands keeping their hold around my neck. My hand reaches to her hair, feeling the strands between my fingers. Her eyes glow up at me, letting me do as I need. We catch eye contact and seem to stand there forever.

Her eyes have always told stories. Not what you read, or the stories you watch in movies, but silent stories of her mind. She never falters when she knows I see it. She invites me in with her hand held out.

She hums quietly as she exhales deep and soft, her chest lowering with the lost air. Her hand grabs onto mine, the one still wrestling with singular strands of her hair that falls beside her face. She presses my palm against her cheek and leans into it, closing her eyes.

My breath catches in my throat, my eyes watching as she just seems to relax fully. Her nose flutters in a silent chuckle as her lashes flutter open, revealing her summer-like brown eyes.

Her eyes quickly change to puppy eyes, silently asking for what she always seems to want; cuddles.

I smile and kiss her forehead. I grab her hand and walk with her to the room. Her little strides keep her scurrying to keep up with me as we walk down the hallway. I change into clothes a lot less dirty and uncomfortable, crawling onto our small double-sized bed. I open my arms and watch as she makes quick work to jump onto the bed and crawl right up into me. I pull her into me ever so slightly, creating an awkward shaped cuddle-ball.

She nestles into me. Once she settles fully I take the blanket that's laying beside me and pull it over her, holding her in her beloved cuddles.

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