#have date

  “-- Eight O’Clock.” On the dot; and there he was, standing at their front doorway with a baby monitor and handful of carefully gathered colorful weeds. Hell, he’d even donned a fresh button up for the occasion, taking stride into their newfound home as a man with a plan. “Correct me if I’m wrong but that was the arranged time, no?” Taking place behind his wife, hands settled on her hips as he brushed nose along her temple. “Unless of course you changed your mind..in which case the roaring fire outside would go entirely to waste. “