”I’m on my way home”
I smile and say “I’m waiting.”
He walks through the door and I immediately take his bag, loosen his buttons and sit him on the couch.
I giggle at his hair, tousled from the wind. He frowns and smooths it out, pulling me close with his other arm. A backbreaking hug ensues, him smelling my hair…and me leaning into him, rubbing his back.
He leans back into the couch, taking me with him.
He relaxes, kisses my cheek, kicks off his shoes, rocks me from side to side (making me giggle again)
After a few minutes I remove myself from his clutches and he whines. “Hush, my love. I know your habits.” I come back with a glass of water that he constantly forgets about in favor of holding me to forget the worries of his day.