You had been waiting for your husband of twenty years, Andy, to come home. Andy being a crab fishermen meant he was gone a lot. He always missed your birthday and your anniversary. Though he always made it up to you, you were tired of spending so much time alone. You had just started falling asleep when the door opened. "Yn? Babe are you still up?" That was Andy and you could tell he had been drinking. You flipped on the light and started laughing. "Andy? Baby, why are you wearing a pink tutu?" "I went drinking with Sig and Phil after tying up the boats. Sig said he'd drink a fifth of Rum Chata if I wore a tutu. Edgar went and bought it. I put it on and Sig drank. June had to come pick him up." "Wait a minute. Andrew Paul Hillstrand, did you drive home?!" "No, I took a cab. Trust me Yn I wouldn't drive home this drunk." "That makes me feel so much better." "Baby, I don't want to fight. Can't we just put on our song and dance for a little bit?" "Take off the fucking tutu." Andy slip out of the tutu and pull you to him. You clicked the stereo on and Still Loving You by the Scorpions played. That was the song that was playing when you guys first met. It was the song you guys danced to at your wedding. You leaned your head on his chest. "Babe, I'm sorry I'm gone all the time. I'm sorry I'm never here for your birthday, our anniversary or anything. Can you forgive me for being gone?" You looked into his blue eyes. They were welling with tears. "I've never held your job against you. I understand everything. Don't start crying." Andy picked you up and carried you to bed. Let's just say it was a great night for the both of you.
