It had been a day from hell. If one more person said another word about charts and graphs, she'd strangle them. She had a rushed lunch after which she'd argued with her boss. She had a heated argument with one of her co-workers.
In short, she just wanted to be home and now she was finally pulling in the driveway.
When she gets inside, Jimmy is cooking supper. She immediately walks over and throws her arms around her husband. He wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly.
"You okay?"
"Bad day, but it's a bit better now," she quietly whispers, breathing him in. The familiar smell of chemicals and grease is soothing.
"Good," he replies. "But there's some grilled cheese à la James Isaac Neutron. Hopefully you are hungry."
"Starved. But first-" She pulls his lips to hers and a familiar heat builds between them. Soon she just wants to forget about supper and just pin him up against the counter.
Jimmy chuckles. "Did someone miss me?"
"You are the worst, Neutron."
"Thank you. I try. I'm sorry you had a bad day," he says quietly.
She shrugs. "It's not your fault."
"How about after supper we can watch a movie and you can forget your day."
"Foot rub?"
"I'll think about it," he teases.
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