I’m almost done cleaning up the living room when I hear the front door open. I stand up and wait quietly as I hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Lucas enters the living room looking like he’s in a fog.
“Hi, sweetie,” I smile at him and he looks over, noticing me for the first time since coming into the room. “Everything okay?”
Lucas comes over to me and pulls me to his chest. His chin rests heavily on my head. I can tell he is exhausted so I hold him close.
“We have long days to come. We should get some sleep,” Lucas pulls back from me, takes my hand, and leads me back to our bedroom.
Once we’re changed and washed up for bed, I get into bed and stretch out on the comfy sheets. Lucas shoves me over and climbs into bed next to me. I giggle as he shoves me over. Once in bed, he pulls me closer to him.
“Tomorrow,” I start, and Lucas groans. His hand gropes my face and I giggle until his hand covers my mouth.