He makes tea before she gets home from work. He leaves hers in a mug on the table and pours his own in to a flask before he leaves for nightshift. Fifteen minutes in to his shift he gets a text:
‘Thank you :)’
He smiles back at it.
He finishes just as it is getting light. He crawls in to bed and holds her. They spend a few hours blanketed in the morning sun before she has to get up for work. She kisses him on the forehead and leaves.
The rest of the week blurs in to this pattern. He gets up. Puts the kettle on. Goes to work. Comes home. Goes to bed.
Up. Kettle. Work. Home. Bed. Kiss. Up. Kettle. Work. Home. Bed. Kiss. Up. Kettle. Work. Home. Bed. Kiss. Up. Kettle. Work. Home. Bed. Kiss.
Up. Pause. Sunday.
He goes downstairs in the morning for a change, a whole day of nothing stretches ahead of him. One cup of tea on the table. One in his wife’s hand and a kiss on his cheek.
(Via daily prompt:Tea)