This is the second in a pair of short flash pieces.  They were written to compliment each other. 

The first piece paired with this is "HER EVERYTHING."
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He moved slowly, stretching. His back and legs ached from a long hard day of work. He knew he had to loosen up ' and somehow gain energy. He shook himself awake and adjusted in the seat. The trip was nearly over. Just 20 more minutes and he'd be home.

He thought about her. She was his everything, his reason for living. She put the wind into his sails, gave him a reason to keep going. The days were long, and the driving longer. The days at home with her, were short and random, depending upon the demands of his job. But he rarely complained of the hours or the work. It was worth it to be able to provide for her.

He pulled into the drive and turned off the ignition. She did not see he was home. It was dark outside and the kids would be in bed already. He could see her through the kitchen window; standing at the sink doing dishes long after the day should be done. He sat and watched her. She was still striking after years of marriage. Time had done nothing to wane the desire he felt stir at the mere sight of her.

He watched her turn and put something in a cabinet. She moved rhythmically, in tune to music playing in the background of her world. He loved to observe her, drink her in, admire the blessing he'd received the day they said, 'I do'�. He still found himself not believing it was really true, that she said she would take HIM for her whole life long, and to forsake all others.

He could not imagine what she saw in him, but he had no problem remembering why it was he said he would take her'�

He grinned as she began to sing to herself, dancing as she scrubbed a pot in the sink. She filled his heart with joy. She could even manage to make dishes enjoyable. She made all of his life enjoyable the same way.

A smile, a touch, a teasing look'� it was all it took to change his dour day from humdrum to over the top. How was it he was so lucky?

He climbed out of the car, and made his way to the house. He quietly opened the door and snuck into the kitchen. She was still dancing to the music on the radio. He grinned and slid in behind her and enfolded her in his arms. She jumped at his sudden presence and then relaxed effortlessly into his arms in seconds. She was content.

He turned her around and she grinned and threw her arms around him. They wordlessly danced together and let the beating of their hearts speak for them. She hungrily demanded his mouth and he gladly took possession of her passion.

To come home to her, like this, every night; the long days simply melted away. Her embrace was all that mattered. He drank in her scent as they slowly danced in the tiny kitchen. The music faded away and the beating of their hearts sang its own song.

His energy returned, if only in his heart.

He was home.

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