Who: Coach B and Mr B... P... Pat. Where: Their rooms What: Talking about Scotty When: Sunday night (backdated like woah) Rating: SFW
"Do mine eyes deceive me, or is that my husband doing work like normal people?" Pat smiled, elbowing the door open and putting his bags of shopping down by the door so he could take off his coat and shoes. "Sorry I took so long. I got us pork chops for dinner, though." And apples for the sauce, and potatoes and vegetables for roasting. Maybe some day he'd stop making Sunday roasts, but it wasn't going to be for a while yet.
Carrying everything into the kitchenette, he deposited it on the side and headed back over to give Jack a kiss. "How's it going?"