How long had it been? Three years since you and your childhood friend actually moved in together, splitting the rent and bills between the both of you.

A year into it, the roommate things changed, the title being altered to relationship. After over a decade of being friends, the inevitable happened, now leaving you and Chris dating.

At the year three mark, the both of you were living perfectly. Having help on the bills, having your best friend there to joke with you, and your lover there to make your life even better.

Sitting on the couch, the Saturday’s sun lowered beneath the horizon clouds, casting shadows among the nature below.

A book in your left hand, a wine glass sat in your right, the clear color of it swirling around the thin glass as you twirled it softly, the words of the book rolling into your mind.

All thoughts ceased the second you heard the rumble of a diesel truck pulling into the driveway, insinuating your boyfriend had finally come home from work; it being 7:15 pm.

Setting the book down on the coffee table, you stood, moving towards the dining room, setting your glass in your spot — the dinner you had made prior to reading still sitting perfectly on the table; both plates made with elegance.

Walking back through the living room and unlocking the door, you opened it, seeing the blond with glasses dropping down from the large black truck; shutting the door with his bag over his left shoulder.

Standing on the concrete platform of the small rental the both of you lived in with no shoes, you crossed your arms, watching as he approached.

The second he drew closer, you uncrossed your arms, rising them up as he grinned down at you. This was a routine. After you got off work, or after staying home, you’d stand outside, giving him a hug after he’s parked.

Lowering his height, he wrapped his arms around your waist, taking in the sweet smell on you.

“Welcome back, baby.” You said, pulling away as you looked up at him, arms still loosely around his neck. One of his hands left your waist, rubbing a soft circle on your cheek as his voice flowed out.

“Thank you, Angel.” He responded, backing you up as he skillfully opened the door behind you, leading you safely into the rental as he dropped his bag right to the floor; door closing behind him.

Immediately the smell of the dinner you prepared enter his nostrils, a soft hum leaving him.

“What did you make tonight, darling?” He then asked, eyes looking down at you lovingly — your arms still loosely around his neck. Though, you did pull them away as you led him towards the table, sliding a wine glass to the seat next to you; his spot.

“Nothing too special. Just ‘Mary Me Chicken Pasta’ and some moscato to add.” She responded simply, pulling the seat out for him, waiting for him to take a seat.

Once he had, you moved and sat down, watching as he took a bite — the expression he usually gave you following right after. “Like always, my Angel has done an amazing job cooking.” He hummed softly, a smile growing to your lips. You loved him so much.