Rainy Nights

The rain poured down, bucket loads of it. We stared out of the entrance in dismay.

"What shall we do?" I asked.

He gave an assuring smile. "Let's make a dash for it," he said.

I nodded in acquiescently - Getting wet in office clothes with inch-high office heels is definitely not on my list of favourite things to do on a rainy night out.

With my small pocket umbrella, we trampled along the pavement, taking great care to sidestep puddles along the way. Finally we reached the car.

He heaved a sigh of relief. "There, wasn't so hard, was it?"

I nodded miserably. I was soaked in my long sleeves and my shoes were soaking wet.

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When we reached home, he went into the room and passed me a clean white fresh-smelling towel.

Even though he knew I didn't have a habit of changing from my work clothes immediately after reaching home most days, he nagged me to change out of my soggy clothes.

"Don't want you to catch a cold," he said.

Then to encourage me more, he added, "There will be something nice and warm for you."

I unwillingly dragged my feet to the room.

And guess what was waiting for me on the counter top when I came out? - A steaming cup of hot chocolate with cute little marshmallows floating on top of it.

I smiled.

"You finally smiled!" he said with a loving look of satisfaction.

 

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Now, as I lay in bed watching the lightning flashes, I feel warm and dry. We watched the rain patter against the bay window, and felt safe and cozy in our own little nest. He put his arm around me and snuggled closely. With him beside me, and us covered in a thick fluffy quilt, I feel really loved.

Thank you for such an incredible man in my life!