This really is a rainy Sunday drabble as it is chucking it down outside (although I do live in England, so...)
Prompt: Just Be
Words: 117
Blaine wasn't sure what he liked most.
Was it days when they lounged all day on the settee, reading crossword clues to each other and filling them in between stolen kisses. Was it days that they went out walking in Central Park, tossing coins into hats and cases and encouraging a future to blossom. Was it days which were lonely and spent working, that meant coming home to an empty house and surprising him with a home cooked meal.
Blaine smiled. It was all of this, he thought. He toed his shoes off at the door and hung his jacket on the hook before strolling through to their bedroom. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better, now."