“Want some sketti?” she asks me as she stirs the sauce on the stove.
I toss my coat onto one of the chairs around the kitchen table. “Sounds good.”
She points the spoon at me, sauce dripping onto the floor. “Not there, mister. We’ll be eating soon.”
As I scoop up my coat, I nod at the mess by her feet. “You spilled some.”
With a shrug, she turns back to the stove. “I’m cooking, not cleaning up. Dinner’s in ten.”
I head upstairs to deposit my coat in our room. He’s already in, seated at his desk, hunkered over an open textbook. I drape my coat over the back of his chair and lean down to kiss the top of his head. “You hungry, babe?”
“A little,” he says, turning with pursed lips so I can kiss him properly. “I got a biology test tonight, though. I can’t really stop to eat.”
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