Home is where you hang your hat...
Who: Tylan and Jen and Seth. What: Dinner. When: Friday evening, September 4th. Rating: No clue... Location: Their Home. Status: Incomplete
Tylan had said he'd be home early and would bring KFC, and though she was looking forward to eating the sixteen herbs and spices, she was looking forward to seeing her husband more - as it should be. The chicken was a treat, but Tylan was the best thing ever in her life. Without him, she'd be sulking somewhere, probably still serving McBurgers to the McMasses.
Her infant son blew bubbles at her and grunted as she put away the remains of his strained peas.
And, of course, they wouldn't have Seth.
Jen didn't like the marriage lottery, but if it didn't exist...
She wiped the counter down,redid her long hair back in a ponytail and lifted her son from his highchair.
"Daddy'll be home soon, little man," she murmured, kissing his forehead. Who would have thought she would ever be in this position? Have this life? She sighed and started to hum.