Recollections

Fluff IX

Movie Night

She opens the door, shutting it behind her.

As she takes everything off and settles down from her day, her husband walks down the stairs and around the corner. He's so into whatever paper he's reading he doesn't even notice her. She smirks and tiptoes behind him.

"Bah!" She screams as her hands push his back. He shouts in surprise and drops his paper, twisting around. He laughs when he sees who scared him.

"Welcome home," he chuckles. He pulls her into a warm hug.

"Hi," she giggles. "So," she says as she pulls back and walks into the kitchen, him following her like a puppy, paper back in hand. "For dinner, I was thinking just some basic mashed potatoes and steak."

"Gravy?" He asks, hopeful.

"Yes, and gravy."

"Sweet," he smiles. She opens the fridge and gets things out for dinner. Her work has been keeping her from coming home at her usual time. It's been rather easy, contrarily, for her to fall into a routine of coming home and immediately making dinner.

She enjoys making dinner, she always has. She loves creating food, and she loves providing for her husband after a day of work.

"Did you check the chickens?"

"Yes I have," he replies highly. "Food is full, water will be needed tomorrow, and a total of 16 eggs today."

"Really?" She raises her eyebrows. "All are laying, now?"

"Sure are, my dear. Now we just need to find someone to buy them all."

She snorts but continues to make dinner, mashing the potatoes, making the gravy for them that her husband loves. Meanwhile, her husband makes the steaks. She thinks he just enjoys making the meat, but rather, in his eyes, he just enjoys doing something with her. For her.

They eat together, talk about her day at work, talk about the drama at his job with all the single young ones, and laugh. They're young, sure, but they've been married for three years, dating for four. They aren't as young as the kids working at 18 and 19.

"Movie night still on?" he asks. He never wants her to push herself if she's tired. Movies can always wait. But she smiles, tonight. She's been looking forward to it all day.

"Of course, movie marathon!"

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"No, I wanna watch that one!" she argues.

"Why? We just watched that, literally three days ago!"

"Well, yeah but it's a good movie!"

"No, horror."

"Why," she whines. She drops her head on his chest and huffs. He exhales harshly at her impact, but chuckles.

"You big baby," he comments.

"You big child," she harps back. He shakes his head. Don't argue with her, he should know this by now.

"We're watching The Prosecutor. You can't change my mind. You chose the movie last time."

"Fine," she sighs. She reaches for her phone and her earphones. He's too busy getting the movie up and on to see what she's doing. "I'll just watch my own movie.

He glances down at her and furrows his brows. "Girl, it's movie night for a reason. We're supposed to watch a movie together!"

"You know I don't like that movie," she pouts. "So I'm putting on my own movie instead of sitting around complaining about it."

"Alright," he laughs. "Do what you will."

"Oh, I will."

He smiles, kissing the top of her head, setting the remote down and wrapping his arm around her. She sets her own movie up on her phone and pulls their blanket over her. She snuggles closer to him.

"Love you."

"Love you," he whispers.

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