A Little Late

It was past midnight when Lacy got home from working that week. All of the lights were off which meant that every one, or mostly everyone was asleep. Phil probably wasn't. She felt bad for missing his birthday and she'd gotten so wrapped up in business earlier that day that she couldn't even call him. After she got into the house, she quickly took a shower in the downstairs bathroom before putting on one of his t-shirts that she'd taken from him and putting on these socks. She went into the kitchen and put a small cupcake that she'd bought for him on a plate before sticking a candle in it and lighting it before making her way upstairs. She didn't want to wake him up if he was asleep so she slowly peeked her head in and saw him in bed. The tv was on, but she didn't know if he was awake. "Phil?" she called lowly.

He was into whatever movie he was watching, so when he heard her voice, he was a bit startled. "Lace?" he chuckled a bit. "I didn't know you were coming in tonight."

"I tried to make it for your birthday and kind of missed the mark." she said lightly as she came fully into the room, showing off her outfit and the little cupcake with the candle. "Now, I don't sing much, but happy birthday." she said as she went over to his side of the bed.

He chuckled a little and sat up. "It's okay." he said. "You're making up for it with that outfit and cupcake."

"Well," she offered him the cupcake. "Make a wish."

"Oh right." he nodded and thought. He thought of something and made a wish, then blew out the candle.

She sat the cupcake on his bed side table. "I got you one of those healthy vegan cupcakes since you're such a diva about your weight."

"Look at my wife, so thoughtful about my weight." he smirked. "You did great though. I definitely can't get fat."

"You're not fat." she snorted and went around to her side of the bed, pulling the covers back.

"I am. If I eat any more junk, I'll look like a whale."

"If you lost any more weight you'd freaking disappear." she snorted. "You look fine."

He snorted. "Fiiiiine. It's strange, I say the same to you and now it's you telling me I look fine."

"It's different. I've had four kids." she snorted. "You haven't. You literally work out and wrestle all day. Fat should not even be in your vocabulary."

"But it is." He smirked. "It shouldn't be in yours either."

"But it is." she chuckled and got into bed. "So there."

"Brat." He snorted.

"Who left work early to see you."

"Oh then let me correct myself, a very special and caring brat." he said.

"Darn right." she snorted.

"I love you for doing that." he said. "Thank you."

"No problem." she said.

"Well then, are you tired?"

"No, what do you have planned?" she asked.

"Nothing really." he said. "I planned on just watching movies."

"I thought you were sleeping." she said.