By the time our last day in Australia had arrived, we’d spent more than enough money doing up the rest of the house, and I had finally gotten used to the temperature.
I’d sent Hadley out on a day out with the kids to get them all out of the house for a bit. I wanted to spend my last day in Australia with my husband with no distractions. Okay, I was feeling mushy and romantic. Sue me. I’d arranged for Ava to relinquish Hadley of the kids before he came back. He was probably all suspicious of it, but I didn’t care. I was looking forward to an evening together.
I was in the middle of grating parmesan cheese for the spaghetti Bolognese that was all set out on the table with a couple of candles and a rose in one of those skinny vases, and hadn’t heard Hadley come back in. So, needless to say, it kinda made me jump when the first I knew of him getting back was him wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I twisted to kiss his cheek and he nuzzled me. “What’s all this in aid of?”
“It’s our last night in Australia, and I wanted to spend it with you. And I was feeling mushy,” I said, making him smile. We shared a kiss before I picked up the bowl of cheese and steered him over to the table where our dinner was waiting, even pulling the chair out for him.
“Why sir,” he said, sitting down, “you’re such a charmer.”
“I do my best,” I reminded him, pecking him on the cheek and making him hum, before going to sit down in my own chair. For most of the time we were eating, we were just generally mushy and romantic, chatting about whatever. Hadley told me about what he and the kids got up to. I made sure they enjoyed themselves, glad when he told me that they did, mirroring him the smile he gave me.
"And dare I ask what you got up to?"
“Cooking,” I grinned, thinking about the few little ‘decorations’ I’d put in the bedroom.
“Fun,” he said with a small laugh.
“Okay, I lied. I slept, too,” I chuckled.
"Even more fun,” he laughed properly this time and I grinned.
“What can I say? My life is empty when you’re not around,” I told him, sticking my tongue out. Apparently I get even more cheesy than usual when I’m feeling mushy. Hadley didn’t seem to care, though. He snuck in a kiss while my tongue was still out, and I don’t think you need telling that I frenched him back, making him let out another of his hums. “Wanna make my life a little more full?” I asked with a wink.