I always am productive at night. I don't necessarily know why, but I am.
More productive than during the day at least.
Not that my husband minds. He loves me regardless.
On Sunday evenings, I always prepare my husband's lunch for him for the next day. Sometimes it's a simple sandwich, sometimes I go all out and cook him something. It depends.
Either way, he loves it.
Today, I make him a sandwich with some chips and a cheese stick on the side.
I was tired.
I then found a post-it note and wrote a small note for him.
"Good luck with your big meeting today.
- your lovely wife." Is what I wrote.
Cheesy? Yes. Will he love it? Yes.
I placed all of it into the lunch box and put it in the fridge for him to grab tomorrow morning.
I go upstairs and see my husband just finished his shower for the night.
He was looking around, towel hanging from his waist. His hair damp
"Darling, have you seen my sleep shorts?" He asked me
"I did laundry today. Their in the dryer, I think."
He smirked and sighed dramatically
"Shame, guess I'll just have to wear nothing to bed…"
I then went to the closet and threw his extra pair of shorts at him.
"No! Get dressed!" I said sharply.
"Fine… for you, love." He said, sulking as he dropped the towel and changed right there.
I sighed, knowing better than to stop him when he's already getting dressed.
I then took my own pajamas and went into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.
I could hear my husband whine through rhe door.
"Please! Darling! Don't be mad! I was only trying to tease you!"
I smiled slightly. I wasn't mad… but I did apreciate the apology.
We both slept peacefully together that night.