A Writer's Journey

April 24, 2017

April Showers

Filed under: journey,writing — mackenziew @ 12:00 am
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She laid on her couch, wrapped up in a soft blanket as she watched the rain hit the bay window in her living room. The pitter-patter of the drops against the glass was the soundtrack for her afternoon and she sighed, content.

The door opened and closed, sending a cool breeze through the house. She raised her head as she heard someone kick off their shoes, muttering under their breath. “I feel like a drowned rat,” her husband called out.

“All you need is some dry clothes,” she replied, not bothering to look up. She remained focused on the window.

He walked into the room and kissed her forehead. It sent a shiver through her body as his icy skin brushed against hers. “You need something warm,” she said.

“Like you?” he asked cheekily.

She chuckled, giving him a playful shove. “First get changed. I’m not cuddling a drowned rat.”

“Fair enough,” he allowed. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked away and she pushed back the blankets. Her feet hit the cold floor and she shivered again, hugging herself as she shuffled toward the kitchen. She decided to make some hot chocolate for the two of them, believing it was probably the last time they would be able to have some until the fall.

As she waited for the water to boil, she felt two strong arms wrap around her. “Hot chocolate, I see?”

“You wanted something warm,” she told him.

He hummed. “Pretty sure I said I wanted you.”

She smiled. “Who says you can’t have both?”

“Can I have both with whipped cream?” He nipped at her ear.

“Maybe,” she replied, pouring the water into the mugs. “If you’re good.”

He hummed. “I was thinking of being very naughty.”

“Oh?” She turned around, leaning against the counter. “How so?”

“The whipped cream is a start,” he said, smirking at her. “Then maybe a relocation to the bedroom might be in order.”

“What’s wrong with the couch?”

He raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought I was the only one with naughty thoughts.”

She smirked right back at him. “What gave you that thought?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “You would think by now I would know better than to underestimate you.”

“You would,” she agreed, smiling. “Now, do you want cold chocolate or hot chocolate?”

“Hot. Definitely hot.” He kissed her before pulling away. “I’ll go get the whipped cream.”

She hopped down from the counter and finished preparing the hot chocolate. Rainy days were definitely the best.

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