The timer went off, causing her to look at the clock again. She grabbed the wine rushing to the dining room table. She poured two glasses, running back to the kitchen. Everything was ready and just had to be brought to the table. She rushed, making sure the oven was off. He said six thirty, he would be home by six thirty.

She run up the stairs to their bedroom, quickly changing. She looked in the mirror, applying lipstick and a few sprays of perfume. She took a couple deep breathes. Everything was perfect, as it should be. Everything had been followed to the tee. She glanced at the framed picture or her night stand. She turned back checking herself in the mirror one last time.

The lock on the door clicked, she came to the door. "Hi," she held her hands in front of her.

"Hey babe," he smiled, his face read how tired he was. She reached for his bags.

"Everything is ready, go sit," she smiled taking his bags toward the staircase.

"Smells good, Peyton," he called taking a sit, looking over the table. She stopped watching him before she sat.

"You need anything," she asked. He paused taking the napkin placing it in his lap. She held her breath waiting.

"A kiss," he smirk, she smiled walking toward him.

"I missed you, Roman ", she kissed him.

"Me too," he smiled at her, "two weeks is too long."

When Roman came home from the road he expected dinner. It was to be ready when he came through the door. He always sent her a text of what he wanted, the day before. Peyton had learned how he liked things cooked. And it was to be on the plate hot, waiting for him.

Peyton sat listening to how the last two weeks had been. She knew he was tired, and sore. "You want anything else," Peyton stood, taking his plate. Roman shook his head, placing his napkin on the table. There was never desert, Roman was strike about his diet. He had to be, it was part of his job. It was more than his job, it was his career. It was what afforded them this life. The life she was grateful for.

"I need a shower," Roman finished his wine.

Peyton finished cleaning the dishes. Everything was to be raised before being put in the dish washer. Pots and pans hand washed, wine glasses washed, dry and put away, no spots. Counter tops, stove tops, and dining room table wiped and dried. Trash was to be taking out and air fresher spayed, but not to heavy.

Roman stood next to the bed, a towel wrapped around him. Peyton walked in slowly. He was looking down at the bed, "Peyton," his eyes never felt the sheets he was inspecting. She didn't answer just waited. "Theses are not ironed." He looked at her. She stood quite looking down. "God damn," his voice was loud. "I haven't slept in my bed in two weeks!" His hands ripped the cover off the bed, followed by the sheets. "I don't ask much!"

"I am sorry," Peyton scrambled.

"Fucking lazy," he yelled, "you do nothing else! You don't work, no kids to take care of!" Peyton hurried to find new sheets.

"I will fix it," she hurried.

"How much did these coast," Roman balled the sheets up sending them across the room. "And you treat them like trash!" Peyton continued to work around him. She didn't think he would notice. All bed sheets where to be ironed after the dryer. It was a mistake to think he wouldn't notice. "I am giving you twenty minutes to make this bed right," he was in her face.

"Yes sir," she whimpered.

"And than get your fucking ass in the shower." Roman ordered.

Peyton sat on the bench in the bathroom, the room still full of steam. She rubbed a towel through her hair. "Hon," Roman came in sitting behind her. Peyton didn't turn around. "I am sorry I snapped. But you know how I like things."

"It was my fault," Peyton slowly turned toward him. "I am sorry." Roman smiled hugging her.

"I know how easy it is to cut corners. But if we do that," Peyton tuned him out.

"I am sorry," she said again, hoping it was enough.

"Let's go to bed," Roman held his hand out.

"I just need to blow dry my hair," Peyton gave him a weak smile.

She stood brushing her hair, it was long. She wished she could take some of the length off. But Roman liked it long, the hair salon he sent her to knew how to style it the way he liked. She stared in the mirror, it was almost like she couldn't stop. The girl looking back at her didn't seem real. Peyton wanted to yell, telling her to stop staring. She pulled herself away, and finished getting ready for bed.

Roman watched her walk to her side for the bed, she slowly got under the covers. "You want a back rub," she said sweetly.

"Ok," Roman smiled, he rolled over onto his stomach. Peyton moved next to him. Her fingers started down his back, bringing a moan from him. She looked at the framed picture on the night stand. It was taking Roman's senior year of high school. Peyton met him in an English class. He was big and handsome, a football player. Peyton fall in love before she knew what happened. Roman had swept her away.

He graduated with a football scholarship, Peyton followed the following year. They both worked hard and dealt with all the stress college and young life brought. Roman was sure he would be signed to the NFL. After a few brief sprints with football, Roman fold himself working for his brother in law. Peyton remembered it started slow. He pointed little things out, you missed a spot. Roman had always been a bit demanding, he lead. Peyton didn't question, just tried to keep up.

Then he decided to go into wrestling. Peyton asked him not to, she had seen what it had done to his family. That was the first time he blow up completely. It wasn't a fight it wasn't a debate he went into a rage. But shortly after he was apologizing begging for forgiveness.

And so it started, he would blow up and be sorry. And all the well his list and demands became more. Even when Peyton was sure she had done what he asked, he found fault.

But he was all she knew, and she loved him. So when he asked her to marry him, there was only one answer, yes. It wasn't just Roman but his family. He was the youngest and his mother thought the sun set and rose on him. Wrestling had brought him success, he was his family pride.

Peyton didn't dare question him, or yell back. She had her place, and her duties. Roman gave her a beautiful home, she didn't have to work. Roman didn't want her to work. So if he asked his home and things be kept a certain way. She was his wife and represented him. You should look her best, and keep his home that way.

Roman rolled over looking up to her, "thank you." Peyton smiled.

"I needed it," Roman took her hand placing kisses on it. Her reached up pulling her close to him. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips on her. The tension left her body. He rolled her under him, his hands moved her nightgown up, finding the matching lace panties. She lefted her hips as he moved them down. He moved between her legs, his mouth places kisses down her neck. She turned her head, opening her eyes, looking at that the picture. She gasped as he pushed into her. She blinked away tears, it had been two weeks and she was nowhere ready for him. She focused on the picture, she let her mind drift back to that time. His movements and groans let her know he was close. "Shit," he groaned as his body went stiff. His forehead rested on the pillow. He slowly rolled off her. Peyton rolled to her side.

"Good night," she whispered.

"Night babe," Roman answered his eyes closed. Peyton watched him fall into sleep.