Camila was a hardworking women, everyone knew that. She was a nurse that worked at Miami General Hospital. Recently, her time with her husband was limited due to her hectic work schedule and because often times, she'd take the night shift.When she wasn't working, she tried to fill in lost time with her husband and she'd clean around the house, wanting it to look clean because she liked a clean environment. Considering the work she did during the night, it was gory and sometimes traumatizing so if her home could be a safe and clean space, she was all for it.
Her husband truly wasn't a slob but he definitely had his times where he was lazy whilst working from home and more often than not, Camila would clean up his mess. She didn't mind because she loved him and she knew he didn't mean to just leave things out of place.
Tonight, she'd be home before midnight and she was exhausted.
Shawn wanted her to rest and he felt that she already did so much for him and everyone else that she deserved to have at least one rest day, even if the following day, she'd be working again.
Camila had just returned home from yet another stressful workday. She sighed, jiggling her key into the keyhole as she walked into the home that she assumed would be a mess because today was one of those days where Shawn would be songwriting and he'd throw all of his crumpled up papers everywhere.
Instead, she came home to the sweet smell of lavender and lemon. The floors were spotless and their throw blankets were folded over the couch nicely. No crumpled paper in sight.
"Shawn?" She called out, throwing her purse into the closet and placing her phone on the side table next to the couch.
She smiled at the trail of rose pedals that lead into the kitchen to her favourite sight. Her husband.
The table was set, beautifully with her favourite vanilla scented candles and flowers with her favourite Cuban food resting on the table. The cutlery were set, nicely and she was in awe.
He turns around, with the brightest smile on his face. "Hey, baby..." he stuck his hand out, "...come sit."
I followed in his direction, sitting across from him before leaning over to kiss his lips, softly. "Thank you, babe...but you didn't have to do this." He laughed, taking her hands in his, resting them on either sides of the table before lifting them back up to kiss her knuckles, causing her to blush.
"Also...thank you for cleaning, I'm serious...you didn't have to do anything," she sighed as he shrugged, "I could've done it when I got home-"
"You would've been tired, babe." He reasoned with her, leaning over to kiss her lips again.
"Why'd you do this?" She twirled her food before shovelling some into her mouth. "Because..."
"Because?" She raises an eyebrow.
"I thought you deserved a break." His words warmed her heart. He cared so deeply about her and he was utterly in love with her.
"You do so much for me and your family...your patients...you're amazing and you deserve the world...and I'm...I'm going to try to give you that."
A tear fell from her eye as he caressed her face from across the well set table. Her heart fluttered just looking at his smile.
Slowly, she stood up, making her way in front of him. She hovered above him, kissing him, soundly.
"Let's go to bed, babe." He smiled against her lips as he mumbled his words, "okay."
"I love you, Shawn. Thank you."
"I love you."
A/n
Some fluff before "gAnG sHaWn" comes back:)
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