"I may be small but I am too big to live on someone's charity"-Hazel Ryder
"This is not sympathy because I don't sympathize with anyone."-Evan Thomson
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Living in the poor neighborhood, where everywhere you look at, the only things you can see a...
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"How was your first day at work?" I ask as soon as Evan is home. I came home a little earlier so that I could prepare a hearty meal for him after his long day at work. Anyone from outside who doesn't know us would probably think that we are a married couple and I am a perfect little housewife who waits for her husband to come back home. As much as the idea pleases me, I don't think it is something both of us need at the moment.
"Tiresome," he groans tiredly, keeping the lunch box I had prepared for him on the table and gives me a tired but genuine smile. "....but it was worth it. Mr. Fernandez was quite happy with me."
I step closer so that I can wrap my arms around his neck. "I am glad he likes you. Make sure you charm him enough so that he would let you go a little earlier."
A radiant smile takes over his features, replacing the exhaustion on his face that was present just two seconds before. "Somebody seems to be missing me a little too much." he sing-songs, placing his own arms around my neck.
"Maybe,"
"So, what should we do about it?" He murmurs, coming close, grazing the side of my cheek as he plants a soft kiss behind my left ear. Right now, he smells grease and sweat mixed with his original lavender smell but I don't complain. He could be covered in garbage and sewage waste and I would still hold him tight. Okay, maybe not then, but you get the point, right.
"I don't know about you but I have prepared a very delicious meal that's just waiting to be inside your stomach."
He looks in the direction of the kitchen and notices the apron I am still wearing, his eyes taking me in with an intense raw passion. "Have I ever told you how much I love it when you cook for me?"
I pretend to think, rubbing one hand under my chin. "Not that I can think of."
"Well, I love when you cook for me. Especially when the smell is this delicious." He makes a move towards the kitchen but I stop him. As much as I love him, I am not letting him eat without getting washed up.
"Go and freshen up, first." He pouts but I give him a firm look, putting my hands in my hip for emphasis.
He smirks. "Also, have I ever told you how sexy you look when you try to act stern?"
He tries to come close but with a roll of my eye, I place a hand in his chest, pushing him towards the direction of the bathroom. "Just go and have a shower, Mr. Sappy Romantic Thomson."
"That actually hurt, you know." He shouts as I close the door to the bathroom.
"Your clothes are already in there, by the way." I tell him instead. I go to the kitchen as I reheat the lasagna I have prepared which is his favorite. I have also prepared chicken steaks and mushroom soup which he loves. It has been years since we dined like this. To be fairly honest, we have never had an actual nice dinner ever. Sure, we would cook food and order take-outs but that was before. It was nothing sort of romantic. And, when we finally entered the phase where we were romantically involved, we never got the chance to do any normal couple stuffs.
