"I'm home," Finn called.
He yawned while he took off his jacket. He hung it up and stepped out of his sneakers. He picked up his bag again and walked into the house.
"Hi, my lovely," Rya said.
He smiled as he watched his girlfriend. Her ashy blonde, ear length bob was a mess and made her look extra cute. Her light grey eyes were sparkling and she had a smile on her face that he knew all too well. She had a secret, and whatever that secret was, he was going to love it.
"Hi, queen," he said.
He dropped his bag and walked over to her to give her a much needed hug.
"I missed you," he said.
"I missed you too," she said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just tired," he said.
That was the truth. He was tired and wanted to sleep. He kissed the top of her head and looked at her again. He let out a yawn and she giggled.
"Sorry," he said.
"Don't apologize for being tired. You're on a hard schedule. I know that," she said.
"I swear I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I just need to sleep first," he said.
His dropped bag could stay where he had left it. He would look into it tomorrow. Right now the bed was calling his name.
"Let's go to bed," he said.
"Well, I..." She started.
Something was clearly on her mind. It had to have something to do with that smile of secrecy she had on her face moments ago.
"What is it?" He asked.
"It's a surprise," she said.
"Can it wait until tomorrow?" He asked.
"Not really," she said. "I wish it could but it's kinda impossible. I'm sorry. I know you wanna sleep and it's okay if you don't have the energy to be happy about it. I understand."
He placed his hands on her cheeks and leaned down for a kiss.
"Rya, my queen, whatever it is, I know I'm gonna love it," he assured her. "So what is it?"
"Close your eyes," she said.
He closed his eyes and she grabbed his arm to guide him forward. He knew they were going to the bedroom and that she was positioning him with his back against the bed.
"Okay, you can open them," she said.
He opened his eyes and stared in awe at the big painting of an orca jumping out of water. He had asked her to make this painting months ago, and he knew she had been working on it whenever she had the time. She had her room where she painted, and he never stepped into it unless he was invited in there to see her work. This painting he had not been allowed to see the process of because it was meant for him.
"It's beautiful," he said.
"Yeah? You think so?" She asked.
"I love it," he said.
He grabbed her and kissed her. He truly meant it. It was the most beautiful painting he had ever seen, and he loved how big it was.
"It will be the first thing I see each morning," he said. "Well, except for you. I'll always look at you first."
"Cheap points," she giggled.
He leaned down for another kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a squeeze.
"Best surprise ever," he said.
"And now you can go to bed," she said.
"What about you?" He asked.
"How about I put your nasty smelling clothes in the washer first?" She asked.
"In a minute," he said.
He grabbed her and she giggled while he moved her up on the bed. He lied down and pulled her halfway up on his chest. She lied there listening to his heartbeat and his breathing.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said.
"Leave the clothes for tomorrow. I'll take care of it first thing when I wake up," he said.
"Sure," she said.
"I mean it. No sneaking out of bed to do it after I fall asleep," he said.
"Of course not," she said.
"You're gonna sneak out of bed," he chuckled. "One day I might have to tie you to the bed to have my way."
"You don't have energy for that type of game tonight," she said.
"Rya!" He laughed.
She raised her head and smirked at him.
"Maybe tomorrow night," she said.
"Most definitely tomorrow night," he said. "No, screw that. Tomorrow morning. The moment I wake up, your cute ass is mine."