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Music drifted through the house from the radio that sat in the living room. Humming to the music y/n stood by the stove cooking supper and swaying slightly to the music. She smiled as the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway reached her ears telling her that her husband was finally home from work. She was very grateful for his job and how hard he worked but that didn’t stop the want for him to be home with her. She heard the front door open and the shuffle of his coat before she actually got to see his face. When his steps got closer to the kitchen she put her spoon that was being used to mix the pot of soup in front of her down on the counter.
“There’s my beautiful girl” he said as she turned around to face him with that smile he loved so much. He was leaning up against the door frame as she made her way to him “hey handsome, you’re just in time the cornbread is almost ready” y/n said wrapping her arms around his neck when he bent down to place a kiss to her lips. His hands on her waist held her close to him as she hummed happily.
Y/n pulled away and laughed when Brutus leaned in chasing her lips. Her hand moved from his neck to hold his cheek “I missed you today”. Brutus smiled and kissed her palm “you say that every day honey” earning an eye roll from y/n “well it’s true. I miss my man when he’s not with me” she said as she slip from his grasp and walked back to the stove and taking the soup off of the heat. She didn’t get far before she felt arms wrap around her and began to sway to the new song that played. He turned her around after she had turned the fire off and held one of her hands close to his chest while the other was wrapped around her waist “dance with me honey” he asked, his voice was soft and relaxed and his eyes held so much care how could she say no? “Who missed who now?” Y/n teased and laughed when Brut pinched her side slightly.
The two danced together for the next few minutes while the cornbread was still in the oven just enjoying each others company. They asked each other about how the day went, what the plans were for tomorrow and so on. This was what comfort was to y/n. Being held in her husbands arms knowing he was safe and healthy after working in the prison.