Bryan shut the front door quietly and immediately eased into his favorite plaid armchair with a mostly-stifled groan of relief, keys still dangling from one finger.
A sleepy-eyed Sabrina greeted him, her hair already tucked into a wrap for the evening. She leaned against the kitchen island and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, THAT was a helluva day,” he said, and leaned his head back against the padding. “Tired enough I could fall asleep with my eyes still open.”
She gave him a mischievous grin, and it was as if the decade they’d been married melted away, into the girl he’d dared to court against her father’s glares and barely-veiled threats.
“Did you get the assignment, babe?”
His face cracked into an involuntary grin before whimpering and rubbing his cheeks. “Damn, I’m so exhausted my teeth hurt.”
She tapped one slipper with impatience. “Love you either way, but are we colonizing a new planet or not?”
This time, it didn’t matter how much it hurt. Bryan heaved himself upward and lurched into her waiting arms. “Better get packing!”
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This week’s prompt was from Becky Jones: “Well, THAT was a helluva day!”
My prompt went to nother Mike: Each year, twelve were chosen.
