"Hey, babe. I'm home." You call, stepping through the front door of your house. You put your purse and keys down on the breakfast bar in the kitchen and move into the living room. Pulling off your coat and hanging it up, you call out again, "Tommy?" You look around the living room but don't see your husband, Thomas Sangster, so you go to the basement. Upon looking around, you see him asleep in a recliner with a blanket tucked under his chin and a bag of Cheetos on his lap.
"Babe, what are you doing?" You ask, ruffling his hair.
Slowly rousing from sleep he says, "Hey. How was work?"
"Fine." You say, rather upset. He wasn't working on any movies at the moment, so he's been staying home. You were hoping he would do something productive.
"What's wrong, honey?" He asks.
"It's just that, with you being home, and me working all day, I thought you'd do something during the day. Like laundry or cleaning or anything other than sleeping."
With a slight smile on his face, Thomas pulls you into the chair with him. Now you're laying sideways next to him. Stroking your hair, he says, "(Y/N), look around. The laundry is done. I vacuumed the entire house and tidied up. I cleaned the bathrooms and our room, and I even cleaned the garage. "
"Oh, Tommy. I'm sorry. I didn't even notice. I feel so bad. I've just been so stressed out at work."
"I understand, babe. In fact, I did all this so we would be free to go out to dinner tonight. I have something to tell you."
"Oh, really?" You say in a sexy voice and kiss his neck. "A night out sounds fantastic."
"I agree. Now, let's get up and get ready. We need to be at the restaurant in an hour and a half."
"Okay." You say, reluctantly sliding out of the chair. "But promise me we'll snuggle some more when we get home tonight."
"Absolutely." He says in his thick British accent, and winks
