Wiress was sweeping the vinyl floor in the bedroom enjoying the spring breeze blow in from the open window. Her meeting with one of the factory managers was cancelled, so she was catching up on chores. She looked at her to-do list and crossed off: sweep floors. The next entry read: Beetee home around 4:30. Dr. Aurelius had suggested making lists as she still got distracted easily due to her head trauma sustained during the games. She looked at the clock and smiled as the front door opened. "Wiress!" Beetee called. Wiress put the broom and dustpan in the hall closet and giggled as Beetee came up the stairs.
"Beetee!" She giggled seeing he was only in his tighty-whities. She had insisted on buying him new ones to replace his ratty ones a week after they were married. That was a month ago exactly.
"Could you grab me some sweats, hon?" He asked. Wiress laughed.
"Just washed -" She wrapped him in a hug and kissed him.
"Thanks, dear." he said pulling on his sweatpants and shirt. Wiress pushed him onto the bed and kissed him senseless. "Mmm - did you wash the sheets, beautiful?" Wiress grinned and nodded.
"I can put your stuff -" Wiress stared into his eyes behind his glasses and smiled.
"In my workroom?" Beetee asked. Wiress giggled and walked out of the room. Beetee sighed happily. Wiress was picking up on his habits. Such as, he liked to lounge around for a bit after a day of meetings with various people about his inventions.
"BEETEE!" Wiress screamed staring in horror at the hallway. She looked down the stairs and into the living room toward the front door. "BEETEE! YOUR CLOTHES -" She continued to stare aghast at the trail his shoes, pants, shirt, pocket-protector, and undershirt made to the room. She stomped downstairs to the laundry room and grabbed the laundry basket. She carried it up to the bedroom. "This isn't a -" She began with her hands on her hips. Beetee's chuckling made her trail off mid-sentence.
"Bachelor pad anymore, love?" Beetee asked chuckling harder. Wiress yanked on his hand to make him sit up before shoving the basket at him. "Yes, dear." He said as Wiress glared at him. Chuckling to himself, he knew he had left a clothing trail around the house two times before this time. However both those times, Wiress was too busy welcoming him home to notice. He promised Wiress he would get another hamper to put near the front door just in case.