She knew in the back of her mind that Travis could never screw up such a meal; or any for that matter. She would be the one making so many screw ups, she might have to go on a show and have professional chefs teach her how to cook. Oh, how embarrassing that would be. Thankfully they don’t run shows like that anymore. Well, at least, she thought they didn’t. Television was severely cut back with her working so much, but if there was a show she was interested in or the boys were, or even if Travis was, she would set things aside and join them in the living room.
Good thing she wore her less potent of a perfume today then. Although all of her perfumes weren’t strong because she noticed Travis had a sensitive nose with that, like some people do that she knew through high school and college, she owned only one that made even her want to sneeze constantly. But she only wore it on rare occasions.
After taking her coat, scarf, and gloves off as well as setting her briefcase aside, Makayla moved into the warmth of their house with a calm, as well relaxing, sigh leaving her smiling lips. It was good to be home. But it was great having her husband home to greet her with grin like that, made her feel like she did when first meeting him. “Of course she will,” she replied with her right hand coming up and slipping it into the one he offered her.