He was supposed to be home today. They were supposed to enjoy the evening together. Yet that was a hour ago. She had even attempted cooking again. All for him.
Destiney gave a heavy sigh as she looked at the food an drinks set out on the table. All that work and effort. Just to do something special for her husband. To make up for never seeing him much. Yet here she was waiting. He was probably held up with work. Yet just once she had hoped they could share a planned evening together.
One hour slowly turned into two. Destiney finally began to clean up. Her hands paused mid reach for the bottle of wine. Footsteps had brought her attention up towards the fence. Finally he was home. Tired and disheveled. A warm smile towards her.
“Dek.” She walked over to meet him at the fence, a soft kiss to his lips as she leaned into him. Enjoying the warmth of his presence.
(Thanks for the prompt! @neoma-eltanin )
Spirit of the Warlock 