you'll miss me before i miss you.
@carteriii / stirring the pot
lucy's brow quirks upwards as she looks at john via the reflection in the mirror in their ensuite. she's packing. sorting through her collection of travel size products that she's accumulated and saves just for occasions like this. "oh will i?"
pausing in her deliberation over which moisturiser to take with her, she turns and leans against the counter as she regards her husband standing across the room. "so we're not going to talk about the fact that i had peter messaging me last time before i even got on the plane asking if i was out of town?" she knows how it goes with john. it's tale as old as time. one that's repeated every time she packs a bag, even if it's only for a night or two.
she crosses the room until she's standing before john, her arms slipping around his waist and chin resting on his chest to look up at him. "you're gonna miss me," she chimes in a sing song voice. "i've already filled the fridge with meals for you and the kids. you all won't have to survive on chinese and wrap night while i'm gone."
