I own nothing but possibly this little story line.
Word: Peaceful
Suggested by: My head
Characters: Ginger and Baljeet.
Baljeet Tjinder arrived home well past midnight for the fourth night in a row. He quietly took off his shoes in the front doorway. He did like the tradition of his wife's culture to remove the shoes before entering into a household further. He quietly trecked down the hall to the master bedroom. He noted, as he set his briefcase next to the dresser, that his wife, Ginger, was asleep on the bed. Baljeet smiled to himself and slipped into the dark bathroom, shutting the door before turning on the light. As he pulled his pajamas out of the little cabinet above the toilet, he sighed to himself.
"I really have to stop working these late nights, it is not fair to Ginger," he muttered to himself as he changed.
He slipped quietly out of the bathroom, turning the light off as he exited. As he silently walked over to the bed and slid under the covers, He found himself to be peaceful. When Ginger rolled over and snuggled into his chest he decided he was truly peaceful as long as he had Ginger.
I know what you might be thinking. 'Really? A short chapter?' It may be short but you can't deny that it's sweet.