As he was cooking, I quietly said, "I missed this. The weekends that we were both home. Me sitting at the island in nothing but your shirt, and you cooking while you were either in your boxers or naked. It could be completely quiet between us while you cooked, and it was still my favorite time to spend with you. Well, one of my favorite times."
He looked over his shoulder and winked at me as he said, "Yeah, mine to baby. I miss those days as well. When I was on a mission, I couldn't wait to get home to spend those weekends with you. It was by far the best time of the week. I didn't have to go into work or report for pt. And I got to spend all day on both Saturday and Sunday with my favorite girl. It's not been the same for the past few years. I've f*****g missed you so much, my Flower."
