He returned to find the table all set, however, Catherine wasn’t in sight, he could hear quiet shuffling from the kitchen and he decided to go to her. He stopped walking on getting to the door, he stopped thinking, stopped everything on seeing her moving around the kitchen naturally, she moved around in it like she had been in it all her life, like it was hers…….
But then again, it was hers. Something about it felt oddly right, but what bothered him slightly was how domestic it all felt.
Watching her move around wearing a little red dress and an apron along with a pair of padded flip flops made the scene look…….it was hard to explain, but standing there, he was very aware that he was a husband, and he was watching his wife move around the kitchen with such grace and poise.
He cleared hi
