Drew entered the house. It was quiet. Anthea was home. He knew that. Normally he would hear her or she would call out to him. He sighed and stepped out of his shoes. It was probably one of those days.

He walked through the house and found her on the couch. She had a pillow covering her face. Indeed one of those days. Her job wasn't easy but some days were harder than others with the amount of idiots she sometimes had to deal with.

He grabbed the pillow and moved it away. Her hair was a mess. Normally it went to her shoulders. Medium brown with highlights. Now it was all over the place. She opened her dark grey eyes and let out a sound of annoyance while reaching for the pillow.

"Give that back," she said.

He dropped the pillow on the floor and smirked at her.

"Hello to you too, pretty flower," he said.
"I'm sorry," she sighed.
"One of those days, huh?" He took her hand. "Talk to me, Anthea."
"I had to call the cops on one of the protesters who didn't follow the law by not stepping up on our property and harassing a client. That poor girl was so scared. She was raped, by the way, but those idiots don't care about that. They don't even care about the children they want to force into the world. You don't see any of them willing to adopt the unwanted and unloved children. Pro-life, my ass. They're not pro-life. They're forced-birth," she said.

She worked at an abortion clinic. Something she had made her life mission when her twin sister Zoella got pregnant at 17 and their parents refused to let her have an abortion. Once the girls were 18, they found an apartment together. Zoella had given their parents the choice of adopting their niece. They refused and said she was the mother. The niece was put up for adoption. Anthea and Zoella went no contact with their parents. That didn't stop their parents from sending a postcard every year on the niece's birthday in an attempt to try and hurt Zoella. They had no idea on that day Anthea would empty the mail box, and Zoella would never see any of the hurtful words.

"It's this Monday," she said.
"I know," he said. "I think you're fucking awesome for doing that for your sister every year. You're both very strong. You didn't let your shitty parents ruin your lives. You two are fighters, and you're not laying down for anyone."

He leaned down and kissed her. She ran a hand through his hair and hummed.

"I'm so proud of you," he said.
"I love you, Drew," she said.
"I love you even more," he grinned.
"That's not possible," she grinned back.

He kissed her again and pulled her up to sit.

"I'm tired," she said.
"I got an idea," he said.

He lifted her up bridal style without warning. She let out a little shriek of surprise but surrendered to being carried into the bedroom. He put her back down and found a fresh pajamas in the closet. He helped her out of her clothes and into her pajamas.

"Take a one hour nap," he said.
"What will you be doing meanwhile?" She asked.
"You'll see," he smirked. "I'll run out for some errands. I'll come back and wake you up in an hour."


"Pretty flower," he called.

His voice woke her up but she kept her eyes closed.

"Oh, pretty flower!" He singsonged. "Wake up, Anthea. Your hour is up."
"You're mean," she pouted.

His lips landed on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to pull her up from the bed. She finally opened her eyes and saw he was in a pajamas too.

"Are we building a pillowfort in the living room?" She asked.
"We can do that," he grinned. "Come on, pretty flower."

They walked into the living room where the delicious smell of pizza hit her. Her eyes widened at the big box.

"Family size? But there's only two of us," she said.
"All this pizza for the two of us. Leftovers tomorrow. No greasy hands touching our food. Perks of being childfree," he chuckled. "I got your favorite. Yes, with corn. I swear, woman, no one else makes me eat corn on pizza. It must be true love."
"Must be," she grinned.

She sat down and looked at the items next to the pizza. A bottle of pepsi and a smaller bottle next to it.

"What's that?" She asked.
"Your favorite soda," he said.
"I can see that, smartass," she said. "Next to it."

He picked up the small bottle and showed her.

"Massage oil," he said. "With your favorite scent."
"Lavender?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered. "Once we're done eating and watching a movie, I'm giving you a full erotic massage until you either fall asleep or ask me to make love to you. Just don't combine those two and fall asleep during lovemaking."
"What have I done to deserve such a wonderful man?" She asked.

He leaned in and kissed her.

"You are amazing. You helped your sister first, and everyday you help so many women out there who needs a little bit of kindness from a stranger. I know I say this all the time but I'm so fucking proud of you. You're doing a great job. The world needs people like you," he said.

He opened the pizza box and she grinned in excitement. He picked up a slice and handed it to her.

"If I could, I would give you the world," he said.
"I don't need the world outside of this house," she said. "You are my world, Drew. You're all I need. I love you so much. Thank you for always knowing exactly what I need on a day like this."

He leaned in a kissed her shoulder.

"My pleasure, pretty flower," he grabbed the remote. "Okay, horror or comedy?"
"Do you really need to ask?" She smirked.
"Horror," he smirked back. "Please, never change. You're wonderful, Anthea."