“Hello, I’m working here..-“

The pen your wife was holding falls onto the cluttered table with a rhythmic rattle, chair creaking with protest under your added weight. A slim brow is raised as you down give a verbal response; just a shaken roll of your hips that has her blushing immediately.

“Hey— Babe. What’s going on with you?” she stammers, bandaged hands falling your in hopes of stilling the desperate movements in her lap.

The gears in her head are already turning, trying to come up with an answer that makes sense.

You’d been needy all morning. Kissing on her, feeling on her muscles, clingy as all hell….Lara’s got a good idea on what’s wrong.

“Christ.”