Have Diner ready: Plan ahead to have a delicious meal ready on time. This
is a way of letting him know you have been thinking of him and are
concerned about his needs.
***
"Abby!" Carter walked through the door to their house and clumsily hung his coat up on the hook in the hallway. "Abby?!"
He paused. No reply. He walked through to the kitchen and threw his bag down on the table, displacing a few colouring pens and sending them flying across the room. He sighed, to tired and lazy to pick them up and flicked the switch to boil the kettle.
He yawned and walked over to the freezer, opening it slowly to avoid knocking all the magnets off the front. He was just bending down to peer inside when he heard the front door slam. Then a groan as she looked inside and saw the state of the house.
Carter giggled at his wife's tone of voice and walked out of the kitchen door. Abby's mood lightened considerably and she smiled, hugging him.
"Been home long?"
"No, not really, had to drop Bethan off at a friend's house."
Abby snuggled into his chest, enjoying his soothing touch at the end of a long day. "And Ollie?"
"He's gone to the park with Sam and his mother. So much for my day off, I was running around all morning trying to find his favorite top." Carter paused, enjoying the calmness of the house without the screams of two noisy little kids. "Hard day at work?"
Abby nodded
"Coffee?"
"That'll be great."
Carter walked back into the kitchen with Abby following behind and got two mugs out of the cupboard. "So, what's for dinner?"
Abby just looked at him blankly. Her? Cook? You must be joking.
Carter tutted and rolled his eyes then looked at her pointedly. "You were meant to go to the store after your shift?"
Abby groaned again, slapping her hand to her forehead. She looked at Carter, over exaggerating her tiredness and frustration and looking majorly worn out.
Carter smiled and hugged her again. "Take away? How about pizza?"
***
"Abby!" Carter walked through the door to their house and clumsily hung his coat up on the hook in the hallway. "Abby?!"
He paused. No reply. He walked through to the kitchen and threw his bag down on the table, displacing a few colouring pens and sending them flying across the room. He sighed, to tired and lazy to pick them up and flicked the switch to boil the kettle.
He yawned and walked over to the freezer, opening it slowly to avoid knocking all the magnets off the front. He was just bending down to peer inside when he heard the front door slam. Then a groan as she looked inside and saw the state of the house.
Carter giggled at his wife's tone of voice and walked out of the kitchen door. Abby's mood lightened considerably and she smiled, hugging him.
"Been home long?"
"No, not really, had to drop Bethan off at a friend's house."
Abby snuggled into his chest, enjoying his soothing touch at the end of a long day. "And Ollie?"
"He's gone to the park with Sam and his mother. So much for my day off, I was running around all morning trying to find his favorite top." Carter paused, enjoying the calmness of the house without the screams of two noisy little kids. "Hard day at work?"
Abby nodded
"Coffee?"
"That'll be great."
Carter walked back into the kitchen with Abby following behind and got two mugs out of the cupboard. "So, what's for dinner?"
Abby just looked at him blankly. Her? Cook? You must be joking.
Carter tutted and rolled his eyes then looked at her pointedly. "You were meant to go to the store after your shift?"
Abby groaned again, slapping her hand to her forehead. She looked at Carter, over exaggerating her tiredness and frustration and looking majorly worn out.
Carter smiled and hugged her again. "Take away? How about pizza?"