His eyebrows raise and he looks over at you while taking a bite of his buttered toast and giving you sly grin. "Although I'm happy you've spent time with your friends, I'm glad you haven't managed to have too much fun without me there with you." Leaning over in his chair he dips his head down and presses his lips to your shoulder, leaving a light trail of kisses up the curve of your neck and to your ear. "I'm glad you've missed me as much as I've missed you."
Leaning into your kisses, goose bumps rippling over my skin, I smile, closing my eyes to revel in the feel of your lips on my skin, your warm breath tickling my ear. “I have. I really have.” I say, feeling my body shudder. “I was trying to be strong for you, my love. But I really, really fucking missed you. Every second of every day. And every night, when we spoke, I just wanted to crawl through my fucking phone and throw myself in your arms. It was horrible.” I hadn’t meant to make such a confession to you, but I felt a little better with the words out of my mouth. I hated to think, for one moment, that you didn’t think I missed you as much as you missed me.
"Hard to believe just a month ago we were here, before we were married and I love you even more." He says kissing her.
"That is hard to believe." I tease, poking you in the side. "Come on." I say, unwrapping myself from your arms and grabbing one of our bags. "Let’s just put this stuff upstairs and get comfortable, then we’ll figure out where we want pizza from."
Tom comes home from work, tired and exhausted as usual. He sees you reading your tablet, and you look up at him as he shuts the door. Smiling at you, you smile back. Walking over to you, he kisses your cheek. "I've missed you so much, Sally. I'll be right back then we can head out to the restaurant." He goes to the bathroom, and as he goes in, a box in the trash catches his eye. Picking it up, he realizes it's empty, and his heart speeds as he wonders where you put the pregnancy test itself.
I check myself in the mirror one more time, grabbing my purse and my jacket and slipping into my not too comfortable shoes, then wait at the door. When you don’t come back for a while I start to worry, calling out to you. When you don’t answer me, I come looking for you, feeling slightly irritated. I knock on the bathroom door then open it. “Tom?”
He tilts his chin down towards his plate and smiles sheepishly, having missed even the simplest things of you gently nudging him in the side playfully. When he returns to eating his breakfast he keeps stealing glances over at you, feeling immensely happy and lucky that you are there with him after a month of being apart. "So what else have you been up to at home since you finished redecorating the house a bit ago?"
Stealing my own glances, I take another sip of coffee and pull my legs underneath me in my chair, getting comfy. “That’s pretty much all I’ve been doing.” I say, trying to think of what I’d been up to. It had really just been a task of getting through each day without you, trying to stay busy and occupied until I could talk to you and go to bed. I couldn’t remember half of what I’d done. Shrugging, I spear a blueberry bringing it to my mouth. “I did go out a couple times with friends, but it wasn’t the same without you.”
Tom sets their bags down sighing, "it's so good to be home, so good to be home with my wife." He said turning and hugging her.
I hug you back, tightly, grinning at the word ‘wife’ and closing my eyes while burying my face against your chest. Just being here, in our home, was so relaxing.
He pops a strip of bacon into his mouth and chews it while looking around the room and shrugging his shoulders. "It's nothing compared to home. I can't wait to see all the rest of the redecorating you've done while I've been here." After lifting his mug and taking a drink of coffee he sighs and lays his arm across the back of your chair with his fingers lightly touching your shoulder. "I'm so happy you're here. Thank you for coming here finally."
"I can’t wait for you to see it either." I admit excitedly, though I was a little nervous about whether or not you’d like it all. I hoped you would. I thought you would. But I would have to wait and see. "Don’t thank me, silly." I say, shoving your side playfully. "I want to be here. I have from the second you left. It was just a matter of timing.”