Happily Ever.....Almost

Chapter 1

I hear the front door open as I pull the lasagna out of the oven. I take my oven mitts off and put them on the counter. I  walk into the living room and then continue to the foyer, my feet are cold against the hardwood floor.

"Hi honey," I say as I wrap my arms around Noah and kiss his lips lightly.

He smiles at me and starts to take off his gear. He always starts with his belt. I watch him as he unloads his gun and sets it down along with his heavy belt down on the bench by the door.

Then, he starts unbuttoning his uniform revealing his bulletproof vest. He tears apart the velcro making a loud noise. His classic white tank top is underneath.

He takes off his shoes last. He follows me into the kitchen and examines my handiwork. The kitchen is a little messy from the dinner I had prepared.

"I hope you like it, I made it from scratch." I smiled up at him, his six foot two height towering over my small height of five foot five. I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I'll love it," he smiled back at me as he grabbed a spatula from the mahogany drawer beside the stove.

"So, how was work?" I ask as I hop up onto the black granite counter.

"Well, I had to chase a guy down who was on bath salts today. He ran through the woods ripping his clothes off. It was hilarious." He chuckled and fixed a plate of food for each of us.

"Sounds interesting. Anything else?" I hopped off the counter and carried my plate into the dining room. We sat down and started eating.

"Well, I pulled over 5 people today, three tickets, two warnings," he took a bite, "what did you do today?"

"I went through some of the boxes in the attic. It was mostly your clothes, and I added them to your closet. I wasn't sure about some of them. They looked a little small, so I set them on your side of the bed for you to try on." I also took a bite and the hot lasagna burned the roof of my mouth.

We ate in silence the rest of the time. Noah picked up the newspaper in the middle of the table and flipped to the sports section. I just quietly ate and admired him. I got up to get a glass of water. I came back to the table and set it down.

We both perked up to a knock at the door. I looked at him and furrowed my brow. He did the same. He got up and grabbed his pistol from the cubby by the door. I got up and went to the door. I grabbed the door handle, and he stood off to the side where he couldn't be seen.

He nodded to me, signaling to open the door. I opened it and poked my head out.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Hi! My name is Jessica, I'm writing a paper for school and was wondering if I could interview you?" A cute girl with glasses who looked to be around sixteen pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag on her shoulder.

"Uh, yeah sure. What's it about?" I waved my hand off to the side to shoo Noah away.

"It's about being a single young woman." She smiled at me.

"Oh, well I'm sorry I can't really answer any of your questions. I'm married." I smiled at her in an apologetic way.

"Alright then, thanks for your time!" She walked down the porch steps and got on her bike and peddled down the driveway.

I closed the door and walked back into the kitchen. Noah started washing the plates and scraping the excess food away. I started cleaning up as well.