"Home"
Oliver closed the front door with his left foot, then headed towards the kitchen while juggling an arm full of groceries.
A fire warming the house, the smell of something wonderful in the oven and Felicity standing in stockinged feet made for a perfect picture.
This scene laid out before him, felt so right and for an instant, all Oliver could think was ~ home.
Felicity turned and looked at him expectantly. "Did you remember to get the Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream?"