day 163 revisited
It’s been a long shift, but the perk to going into work at seven in the morning is that by the time he gets off, there’s still time to spend with Juliet before they go to bed. When he walks through the door though, he finds her asleep on the couch with a book open across her stomach. Closing the door quietly, he takes off his boots before walking over and sitting on the ottoman to watch her. Reaching for the book, he slides it out from under her hands and glances at the title. ‘War and Peace’, go figure she’s asleep. She shifts, murmuring softly, one arm falling off the couch. Carefully, James repositions her so that she’s comfortable, then simply watches her.
He realizes that staring at someone while they sleep could be considered mildly off putting, so he stands to go, reaching over her body for the blanket to cover her up.
“Where’re you goin’?” she asks groggily, shifting on the couch and opening her eyes.
He doesn’t stop covering her up, though. “Gonna make dinner. Go back to sleep,” he says quietly before bending down to kiss the top of her head. His fingers push her hair back behind her ear before straightening back up and disappearing into the kitchen.
She smiles lazily and lets herself drift off again to the sounds he’s making in the kitchen. He gets out something from the freezer, then something from the pantry and she hears him pause. The silence goes on too long, and she calls out sleepily. “Left hand drawer by the fridge.”
When he opens the drawer, there’s the can opener, and he looks back over at the couch. She’s still curled up, eyes closed. “How’d you know?”
Juliet simply smirks. “I always know.” She’s lulled to sleep again by the sounds of his cooking, comforted by the fact that he’s home.
He realizes that staring at someone while they sleep could be considered mildly off putting, so he stands to go, reaching over her body for the blanket to cover her up.
“Where’re you goin’?” she asks groggily, shifting on the couch and opening her eyes.
He doesn’t stop covering her up, though. “Gonna make dinner. Go back to sleep,” he says quietly before bending down to kiss the top of her head. His fingers push her hair back behind her ear before straightening back up and disappearing into the kitchen.
She smiles lazily and lets herself drift off again to the sounds he’s making in the kitchen. He gets out something from the freezer, then something from the pantry and she hears him pause. The silence goes on too long, and she calls out sleepily. “Left hand drawer by the fridge.”
When he opens the drawer, there’s the can opener, and he looks back over at the couch. She’s still curled up, eyes closed. “How’d you know?”
Juliet simply smirks. “I always know.” She’s lulled to sleep again by the sounds of his cooking, comforted by the fact that he’s home.