Duke didn't realize he'd left his phone at home until about midday when realized he hadn't heard from Jennifer since that morning. He made it home that night and found her curled on the sofa going over story notes. She looked up when he came into the state room and grinned at him, "Hey."
He grinned back, making a beeline for her and leaning down to kiss her, "Hey yourself. Have a good day?"
"Eh, you know, covering up Troubles, keeping Vince and Dave from killing each other, missing my lunch call from my boyfriend, the usual." She grinned at him.
He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers, "Yeah, I know. I forgot my phone in my rush this morning. But if it'll make it up to you, I'll make dinner?"
She gave his lips a quick peck, "Deal."
He smiled back at her and headed towards the kitchen. He started pulling out ingredients and things to start in on dinner. Once the chicken breasts were sizzling on the griddle, he spotted his phone on the counter. He was fairly certain he'd left his phone on the nightstand table, so he shot a speculative glance at Jennifer who was now gnawing on a pen cap as she studied a copy of an old edition of the Herald. She wasn't paying any attention to him, so he turned his speculation towards the phone.
He picked it up and started clicking through it, checking for any new texts or missed calls. Nothing really important there–a couple of calls from Nathan but that was probably nothing. He set it back on the counter to finish cooking. Once it was mostly finished, he had a moment before it was completely ready so he clicked through to his pictures. He was surprised to see a series of pictures of Jennifer that she'd taken. They ran the gamut from her just smiling at the camera, to her making goofy faces at the camera.
He chuckled to himself at the pictures, drawing the attention of Jennifer. She smiled at him, "Now are those chicken breasts trying to push me out of my spot as the funny one in this relationship? 'Cause I'm gonna be pissed if that's true."
He just laughed at her and held his phone up to her, "Don't worry, love, you're still the funny one."
She laughed back and climbed to her feet, "Well I had to make sure you remembered what I look like. God forbid one of us forgets, right?"
"Right." Duke sighed to himself, setting the phone back down on the coffee table next to his tumbler of scotch as he rubbed his face with his hands. Jennifer had been gone for over six months and he still couldn't bring himself to delete any of the pictures she'd taken.
"God forbid." He mumbled, as he downed the tumbler.