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Phillip Kopus: After a Long Day

After a late night at work, you text Phillip.

You: When you comin home? ;D

Love<3: Be there in a few, put on something nice.

You: ooh!! What?

You put on your "little black dress", a black skater dress with a pretty triangle cut out neckline. Pulling your hair up and slapping on some light makeup, you step onto the porch in your black sparkly converse ready to go once you hear Phillip's truck's low rumble headed up the driveway. He gets out, not looking as he slams the door shut, he turns and stops, eyeing you up and down, a little smile ghosting his lips when he sees the little sparkly shoes.

You had gotten them on clearance while shopping at three am. You grabbed his hand and dragged him down the isle and begged, shaking his arm. You knew he couldn't say no, and you walked out the proud new owner of sparkly converse. He walked out the proud fiance of a beaming girl with sparkly shoes. He wouldn't trade her for the world, especially little moments like that.

"You look-" You run off the porch, springing into his arms all giggles and smiles. Of course he smelled of grease, and he attempts to peel you off, but you cling tighter.

"No." You argue, muffled against his throat. He had started working longs shifts at work, and you had gone to bed a few nights without him and hated every second of it. The smell of oil, a faint whiff of cologne and slight cigarette smoke makes this scent you could recognize instantly.

"I love you so much." He murmurs, pressing kisses to your face, little butterfly kisses tickling your cheeks and nose, making you crinkle your nose.

"I love you more, my big old rebel." You chuckle, letting him put you in the middle of the bench seat before taking off for dinner at what you could guess would be his favorite crab place.