Welcome Home
Imagine the classic "coming home from war" scenario they often show us in movies where the uniformed soldier returns to a suburban house when the spouse is outside getting the mail or hanging up clothes. Now imagine Peggy being the soldier and skinny!Steve being the spouse. - Anonymous
Struggling to pin the damp sheets to the line, Steve stopped at the sound of a car coming up the street. That car turned out to be a cab, and it stopped right in front of the house.
Curious, Steve waited to see who got out.
He knew her instantly from her curls, jumping down from the stool he was precariously balanced on, Steve jogged to the gate to meet her. Peggy had been gone a year, the last time they had been together as man and wife, had been on their two week honeymoon.
Pulling Peggy into a passionate kiss, Steve smile.
“Well, that’s quite the welcome,” Peggy said her eyes sparkling. “Maybe I should have stayed away longer,” Steve shook his head.
“Don’t you even joke about that!” Steve said keeping an arm around her waist Steve hauled Peggy’s luggage from the trunk and paid the cabbie.
“Now c’mon, Doll, let’s get you inside, we have a year of marital bliss to catch up on.”