Being married to Colton was so fucking weird, but definitely had several perks. He was a hardworking blue collar man that wouldn’t let you work a day as long as he was living and breathing. He’d rather you sit your pretty ass on that porch and crochet till your thin fingers fell off.

Some perks included his handy habit, always being able to fix the sink, any light fixtures, the cars and pretty much anything that had a motor/wiring/pipes. Another perk would be his stubborness(surprisingly), he wouldn’t let you mow the lawn or do anything too straining on your body. You were just too precious to him.

Colton and you have been married for a year now, so it’s still pretty new and needing to still adjust is understandable, now whenever you had to do any sort of paperwork you had to put ‘Barnes’ as your last name which made you smile every time you did it.

As for right now, you were standing by the stove, a little nightgown on and your slippers on your feet as you watched the dinner you were making cook in the pot.

Colton wasn’t supposed to get home for another hour or so, which you thought until you heard the front door creak open and shut, then locked.

“Hey Sugar Plum.” Colton smiled tiredly speaking in that southern tone of his, the thudding of his work boots against the wood floor toward you. “Y’have a good day?”