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Within a few minutes of sitting on the counter, she had finished the slice of cheese she had nibbled on as she heard the front door open. Sure she probably shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, but something in her had sensed that he would be home soon. She heard the customary ”Get off Elvis”
from her husband and fought back a smile. Claire knew that Elvis could use some training so he didn’t jump but she had never found it in herself to send him to a trainer. Sighing she knew she should send him to get his manners fixed, at least for her husband’s sake. Watching him walk toward her a smile crept onto her face. She waited to hear his usual ”I’m home”
/ Claire had realized early on in their marriage that he announced his presence every time he walked into the house. As he smiled her own grew wider, his smile was a rare thing, especially when others were around.
He kissed her forehead and she heard the words escape his lips, ”So I see, welcome home love.”
She said with a broad smile on her lips as she kissed his cheek. ”You’re looking very beige today.”
Claire said tugging gently on the bottom of his shirt, of course the man looked wonderful in everything but it was quite a lot of a boring color. She much preferred to see him in something brighter. ”If you get changed I’ll warm up your grilled cheeses for you.”
The dark haired woman said, despite the fact that she pulled him into a hug. It was her way of making sure he was all right, she knew he fought crime on his way to and from work, much like she did. She always worried about him. Claire hugged him tightly for a moment before letting go and sliding off the counter.
Just as she did so Elvis trotted into the kitchen sitting at her feet looking up his ears perking up and his head tilting to the side. The dark haired woman stood back in front of the stove turning it back on as she glanced at the grilled cheeses in the pan. They were still relatively warm, but rather than wait for the cheese to congeal (which wouldn’t be pretty) she turned the stove on again. Humming to herself, a song she had heard on the radio, Claire spun in place moving around the kitchen. She wasn’t even sure what the song was called but it was fairly catchy. Elvis sat patiently at her feet waiting for her to drop some food. As much as she adored the dog, she was afraid to feed him too much people food, she knew it wasn’t the best for dogs. So instead she gave him a few treats that he greedily wolfed them down then flopped onto the tile floor of the small kitchen.
Finally getting the grilled cheeses up to temperature she placed them both on a plate and placed a beer on the table as well. She poured herself a glass of water and sat in the opposite chair curling her feet under her. For the most part Claire tried to make it a true home for him; she knew he never quite had the experience. Although her home life had become tense toward the end of her time in France Claire had some good experiences with it. She had once had a place she called home. Now this apartment felt more like home than ever before. Sipping her water she went through her mental list of what she still needed to do. Thankfully there wasn’t too much, a few things should be fixed around the house but it could be lived with for a little while longer. ”How was work?”
Claire asked glancing over at the asleep dog.
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