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[pictureira]

Ira was setting up the swimming pool in Remy's back yard. He had been working on it all afternoon. He cut her small patch of grass too, cleaning it up just a little. She was at work, so he did help himself to cleaning the pool. They barely used it. Of course, she was a busy woman, working long hours as a doctor. He really admired her. Now that he

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[namemethirteen]

He had told her he'd be at her place while she was at work. She didn't think really anything of it. If he wanted to do yardwork, he was more than welcome. She didn't really plan on doing much to the yard. Hell, she didn't have time to think about it. She was either at the hospital or she was asleep lately.

Remy left the hospital even later than she expected. She sent Ira a text just to let him know and when she came in, she opened the front door, dropped her purse and shoes just inside he entry, too lazy to put it away. "Ira," she called out to him.

[pictureira]

Ira hadn't minded that she was late. The last few months, he has learned patience. Maybe that was for the best too. Ira hears her voice and sets his book down. Sliding open the door, he pokes his head inside to call back. "Remy? I'm out back!" He turns on the outdoor lights again now that she's here. He rubbed his eyes and greeted her with a smile. "How are you, Rem?"

[namemethirteen]

She saunters to the back and sees him, smiling and wrapping her arms around his shoulders in greeting. "Okay. Tired," she hugs him as her own way of comfort because she was just not feeling like whining about a long day. However, over his shoulder she got a look of the backyard and she laughed, pulling back and grinning. "You really were working on the backyard," she shook her head, "what got into you?"

[pictureira]

Ira grinned and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm tired too. Now you're home, you can relax. I bought beer, it sin the fridge." He takes her hand in his to lead her outside so she can see her yard. It wasn't the hardest chore, plus Ira can do a lot in a day when he hasn't slept. "I really was. I finished a photography gig early. I thought I'd make it nice for you." He kissed her head softly. "I have no idea what has gotten into me. I guess I felt domestic?"