Tom and you had been very busy with your respective jobs for a while now.
One late evening you return home from work. You fumble with the keys to the main door and finally get in. You close the door behind you and plop on the couch in the living room with all your things from work lying around at the foot of the couch. Completely drained of energy and with a massive headache, you try to steady yourself and get yourself a cup of tea. You walk in to the kitchen, to find Tom making dinner.
He is his usual chirpy self, wearing an apron which read "kiss the cook". You break in to a grin looking at it. He is also wearing the Bose noise cancelling wireless headphones, you had got him for his birthday. You can see he is multi tasking - stirring a pot of porridge, chopping some veggies and dancing lightly to whatever song that was playing. If you listened carefully, you can also hear him humming a tune. Now, this sight was a blessing in disguise to your weary work routine.
You lean on the kitchen door, making no noise. You just watch Tom do this amazing thing that he always does, being Tom.
After a short while, Tom twirls around and stops in his tracks when he finds you standing there. He takes off his head phones with one hand, leaning casually on the kitchen counter.
"When did my love come home? I was making us some dinner. And it is so boring without you in here." he strides towards you slowly. He takes your hand in his and pulls you flush against his body. You tip toe to hug him and rest your head on the crook of his neck.
"Am so tired from work and have a massive headache." you whine holding him tighter.
"Aww, my poor baby. You work so hard. You know what you need..... A holiday" he squeals in excitement at the idea of a holiday. You chuckle and shake your head, pulling away from the hug.
"I need something right now" you tell him.
Tom raises an eyebrow suggestively with a smirk playing on his lips. You slap his arm playfully "definitely not what you are thinking about".
" I need a massage " you tell him.
"The whole body? I have expert hands for that, you know." he winks making you blush.
"No. I need a good, relaxing head massage. I hope your skillful hands will do a great job" you smirk at him.
He pouts.
"I will make you a cup of tea. And then the massage" he offers, which you accept gratefully.
