Dear Love of my Universe,
I know, someday, this will become reality. And I cannot wait. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.
I turned the lock and slowly slipped inside the house, quiet as a cat. The light in the living room was on, but the whole house was quiet. I dropped my bag on the couch and glanced at the clock: 10pm. I sigh. Work had been stressful – it was a day before the magazine hit the press, and we had to make sure everything was perfect, from the articles to the layout, to the ads. It was a miracle, really, that we finished when we did.
I settled on the couch and looked around. The apartment was sparsely furnished, but to me it looked gorgeous. Just the essentials – an LCD tv, a dvd player, a couch, my bookshelf. A desktop PC was propped on a table, next to my laptop. Admittedly, the apartment needed a lot of work, but it was getting there. I liked to call it simple modern, just so I could have an excuse as to why it looked like that.
I’m hungry, I thought to myself, getting up and taking a step toward the fridge. The apartment didn’t even have a dining table yet – maybe next month. As I motioned to open the fridge, something stopped me. I needed to check on something first.
I made my way to the bedroom, my footsteps light on the tiled floor. I turned the knob and pushed the door open, taking a glance inside. I smiled.
He was sprawled on the bed, still in his work clothes. His breathing was regular and I could hear soft snores – he was in a deep sleep. He was wearing a slight frown; work probably had been rough, too. No matter, I was here. Things would be better.
Slowly, I lowered myself on the bed beside him, my arms enveloping his body. I nuzzled his cheek and planted a soft kiss at the edge of his lips. “Hey,” I whispered sweetly. “I’m home.”
He made a small sound as he snuggled against me, burying his face against my neck. I felt a small kiss on it and I smiled again. “Hi, lubby.” He whispered. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. Welcome home.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, my hand moving up to caress his hair. “Have you had dinner?”
“Of course not,” he mumbled, his warm breath tickling the small hairs on my neck. “I was waiting for you.”
“Well, then, you better change clothes and set the table. I brought food.” I told him, planting another kiss, this time on his cheek. “Let’s go.” I made a move to get up but his hold on me tightened.
“Can’t we take a nap? I’m still really sleepy.” He sighed and pulled me even closer. “I missed you.”
I nodded and sank beneath the covers, cuddling with him. “I love you, Wes.” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead and hugged me again. “I love you more.
I smiled and closed my eyes. I knew I was safe. I was home.