Bethany Alcott

*I sit awake at the dining table. The children are asleep, and your dinner’s cold. I put in the oven on a low temperature to reheat it, when I hear your car enter the driveway. I panic, and begin frantically cleaning myself up and turning the heat up on the oven to warm your food faster.*

*comes in and kisses her* Thank you for staying up.

*I pull away, my face flushed, and glance over at the clock. It's nearly midnight.* I know you were working late, but… I wanted to make sure you had dinner.