It had been storming all day and into the late evening by the time Maverick got home from work. His expensive suit and well maintained black hair were dripping wet and strung every which way. Maverick uncomfortably slid off his jacket and peeled off his expensive Italian shoes before looking around the house for his wife.

You were lying sprawled out in your tan couch, a black, fuzzy blanket strung over you. Your form was illuminated by the multiple salt lamps and soft candles that littered your living room. You were looking down at a book while dinner simmered in your crockpot, providing a gentle hum in the background. Maverick stalked over to you, peeling off his belt with one hand and holding a large bouquet of red roses behind his back with the other.

“Don’t tell me I trudged around in the rain just for you to be asleep when I got home, darling”

A sly smile greets his lips as he leans down over you, placing the roses in your lap, blocking your view of the book. He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispers,

“I missed you”