Stuart Fernsby

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”

She stopped in front of him, fingers curling around his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. “You didn’t have to, thank you. Tired, baby?” She could see it in his eyes. She knew his job was exhausting and stressful.

“But I figured that neither of us probably ate enough today so what better than junk food.”

“I’m happy that you’re home. I finished the sketch for your tuxedo for the wedding. I’ve been itching to show it to you.”

“I can’t wait.”

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”

She stopped in front of him, fingers curling around his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. “You didn’t have to, thank you. Tired, baby?” She could see it in his eyes. She knew his job was exhausting and stressful.

“But I figured that neither of us probably ate enough today so what better than junk food.”

It was late when he finally did get home, past midnight. A heavy feeling of guilt sitting in his chest as he shut the door behind him, a giant bag of junk food in his hands to make up for it. Going to look for his love.

She heard the door go and she tied her robe around her, pushing her wet strands of hair over her shoulder. A smile came on her lips. “Stuart? Baby, is that you?” She stepped out into the hall, looking out over the railing.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He quipped, couldn’t tear his eyes away, holding up the bag, “I brought the goods.”