"Joe, what are you doing?" Rebecca peered into the Home Farm living room.
"Fixing this shelf." Joe beamed at her as he continued to hammer at the bookshelf.
"There's nothing wrong with that shelf."
"It was wonky. I'm getting it straight."
"Joe..." Rebecca tried to employ some tact in spite of her lack of filter. "You're terrible at DIY, honey."
"What?" Joe looked crestfallen.
"Sorry," she said, realising her attempt at tact had failed. "I just think, maybe Graham would be better at this sort of thing?"
"I can function without Graham, you know." Joe was clearly sulking.
"I know you can, darling, but... well, you're a millionaire. We both are. You can afford to pay someone to do these odd jobs..."
"Why pay when you can do it yourself?" Joe said earnestly. "That's just good business sense."
Rebecca bit her lip, torn between concern and affection as she watched her husband finish nailing the shelf to the wall.
"There!" he said proudly, standing back. "Good as new."
Rebecca looked at the shelf. It looked the same as it had before Joe had altered it, but at least it hadn't fallen down.
"Well done," she said, stepping up to kiss him on the lips. "I should have had more faith in you."
"Hmm." He kissed her back graciously. "Now, I was thinking of knocking that wall down to create some more room..."
"Don't you dare."
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A/N: This story overlaps with Second Chances. Chapter 12 of that story is next in chronological order.