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Doing the dishes together.

I stare at the warm soapy water that fills the sink. The white foamy bubbles that clean the plates and knives and other dirty dishes grow until they almost overflow onto the counter. One side of the sink is full of clean water, the other full of nasty dishes. I sigh, my hands automatically rinsing and scrubbing and rinsing again. I turn to grab a towel to dry but..
He's already there, standing, smiling that stupid cocky smile that he knows will make me roll my eyes.
"You helping me today?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.
I knew he was going to be there. He's always there. I don't think there was ever a time that he wasn't by my side, helping me. And if there was, I don't want to remember it.
There it is again, that smile, the half shoulder shrug, the wink. Then my slow eye roll that he must enjoy because he keeps making it happen.
"Of course," he basically sing-songs.
I hand him a clean, wet plate. He dries it off and puts it away as I wash another dish. It's natural now. We have a rhythm.
"And what exactly are you doing now?" I ask him once we've finished and everything is cleaned up. He smiles, his hands behind his back, obviously hiding something due to the sarcastic-innocent look on his face.
I hold up a finger, realizing what it is. "No." I warn. "Noo."
But he smiles which makes me smile and distracts me. In one swift move, he wipes clean, white, foamy bubbles all over my face.
"Ja-a-ason!" I complain as I laugh. "What the heck!" I can't not smile and I blush blood red. "I'm soo getting you back, boy!"
And that's how we ended up running through the house, spreading bubbles all over everything until we get sent outside like the children we are. That is how everything really got started. With the dishes.

Ahhhh, idk if this is good or blah or amazing or just okay, so let me know. What do you want to see me write about??  😕😵😛😉