6. Desk

"No," Reyna stopped her husband from taking a step closer to where she sat on the floor surrounded by wood. "I can do this."

"Reyna-"

"I can do this," she insisted. "You don't have to help me."

Leo raised an eyebrow at her. "Did I make a huge mistake and marry someone more stubborn than I am?"

"Yes," Reyna replied bluntly. "Now go take a rest and sit down on the couch and watch sports or something."

"I hate sports."

"Then watch the cooking channel!" Reyna snapped, moving her attention back to the pages of paper in front of her and assessing the area around her. "Just let me do this."

When she didn't hear a retort almost ten minutes later she looked up; to be met with him watching her, amusement clear in his eyes with the corners of his mouth twitching.

She sighed. "You're laughing at me."

"I would never-"

"You are." Reyna said. "It's okay. This… it's hopeless. I can't do it."

"Rey," Leo moved to kneel beside her, covering her hand with his. "You don't have to do this. I can do it."

"I just wanted to show you that I could," Reyna said, looking down, biting her lip in disappointment. "You always make everything. I wanted to… help."

"Building is the only thing I'm actually amazing at," Leo said, joking once again. "Let me have that. You have everything else."

"You cook," Reyna offered. It was true. While Leo was no chef, Reyna's attempts at all food tasted like Mrs. O'Leary's breath on a bad day.

"You do everything else," Leo replied with a smile, taking the hammer from her right hand and the assembling instructions from her left- he threw the latter in the trash. He didn't need them.

Reyna watched the paper go flying to land in the garbage with a glare. "It's just a stupid desk from IKEA," she muttered. "But it's hard to put together."

"I know," Leo said sympathetically, although it was clear he didn't. This was child's play to him and Reyna knew it.

She sighed and stood up. "You'll probably make it in record time and make adjustments to it."

Leo shrugged, standing up as well. "We'll see."

"No," Reyna moved to rest her head on his chest. "You will. You're amazing that way."

His laugh shook his chest. "Thanks."

She stepped away and glared at the wood, screws and other materials that lay on the floor. "It better be one amazing desk," Reyna muttered. "I spent an hour trying to figure out that thing-"

"And look!" Leo said, pointing. "You screwed in two screws! In the right place too."

Reyna shot him a glare. "Funny."

He grinned. "It's my specialty."

"Whatever, I'm ordering takeout," Reyna said. "Oh and Leo?"

"Hmm?"

"You better hurry," Reyna said. "We need that made quickly, remember?"

"For…?"

Reyna smiled wickedly. "Well I have always wanted to have sex on a desk…."

Her husband visibly gulped and his eyes widened. "Right," he said. "No problem. It'll be ready soon."

She laughed and left to go to the phone; and later, after their takeout was gone and the desk had been assembled, Reyna lay panting beside her husband on their bed.

At least the stupid desk was good for something, she thought, looking over at Leo's sleeping form. It was good Leo had built it in the end. At least now she knew it was sturdy.

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