you were making dinner, cutting up peppers on a chopping board. When the sound of your husbands car rolling into the driveway. The shut of the door, the jingling of keys, and then the familiar open and close of the front door.

he walked into the kitchen, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Nuzzling into your neck, letting out a tired sigh

”mm.. dinner smells good, darlin’..teaching those kids, chaos. one of em’ booted the ball through a school window”