Henry McCoy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mccoysluck) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-02-27 18:36:00 |
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What: An evening of revelations and words
When: Tonight
Where: Their house
Rating: TBD
Henry was bustling about the kitchen as he worked on the final moments of dinner. He had cooked a simple but large meal, and it was almost ready for the eating. He was awaiting the arrival home of his wife, and hoping she had managed to have a good day.
He was bouncy as he hummed and thought of her. Anya was an amazing woman, beautiful, warm, loving, and incredibly intelligent. She made him want to sing Shakespeare. Together, it seemed anything was possible.
Their current efforts made their lives even warmer as they attempted, carefully, to make a child, and to make their dreams come true.
He smiled as he hummed and moved around the kitchen.