Rainy, Long, Bothersome
The storm rages on outside the window. Tree branches thrash from side to side, bent over by the ferocious wind. Rain pelts down at an unearthly speed.
Sam stands a few steps from the window, rooted in place. Her gaze is unfocused but if anyone had been there to watch, her they would think she's simply viewing the storm.
There's a sharp rapping noise and she pulls from her reverie of sorts and turns around. With a small sigh, she takes one of her last breaths of air of those she will have to herself for the rest of the night, and then steps purposefully towards the door.
She turns the knob and moves back a little as she pulls it open.
"Honey, I'm home," Jack jokes. He waggles his eyebrows at her as he lowers an umbrella, shakes it out and closes it.
"Hey you." She smiles softly and watches him enter and pass by her, dropping a suitcase on the floor and keeping a hold on the dripping umbrella. "How was the trip?"
"Rainy. Long. Bothersome. And did I mention the rain? There was cake though."
"Some guy's birthday was the other day. We got to talking awhile on the train and when he left, he forgot his cake. I didn't have his number and it would have been rude to just leave it there..."
She rolls her eyes, trying to hide the smirk that tugs at her lips.
"It's good to be home," he says, changing the topic. "How're you? You seem very, uh, quiet."
"I'm...just tired, I guess. I'm glad you're back." She leans up and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He smiles at her when she pulls back. "I'm gonna take a shower. Care for some cake when I'm done?"
"Sure." Sam watches him disappear into the bathroom and lets out a contented sigh. Her gaze is drawn to the window again and the rain splattering against the windowpane but she doesn't return to staring out into the storm.
Instead she heads for the warmth of their bedroom, flipping on the heater and waiting for Jack and the cake. There is nothing better than Jack and cake on rainy days.