Sara had stayed late at the office, painstakingly reviewing several of the new files that had been sent through from the other site. Her father had been sending her multiple emails throughout the night as well, mostly questioning when she was going to bring a nice gentleman back to Boston. He knew about Sutton because Sara had told him but when it came to upholding values for his little girl she had to be perfect. And being anything except straight with a man he liked was not perfect. At first, it had bothered her and she’d become sour-faced at her desk but as time had passed she’d reminded herself that she had become independent because they had driven her away. Not the other way around. Well, independent to an extent. “I didn’t realise you’d be so eager.” Sara teased softly as she hooked Sutton’s coat onto the stand by the door. “It’s a good job I’m completely ready to go.” She added as she moved through the open space toward the marble coated kitchen, tugging her silk robe around her otherwise bare body as she went. Without even asking the older woman she poured a mug of coffee from the machine that heated up at the same time every morning and placed it in front of Sutton. “Good mornin’ baby.” She breathed as she rubbed the blonde’s shoulders before leaning in and kissing her softly. “You know where the milk is. Put your phone on the table.” She instructed, her mouth lingering over Sutton’s. She met her eyes almost daringly before pulling back and beaming. “How does eggs sound? Scrambled, fried, poached. However, you want me. Or the eggs.” @nebulaofmuses