It has been one of those days. We all know the kind. The kind of day that seems to last forever. The kind of day that drags interminably with seemingly no end in sight. Meredith has been dealing with a teething baby all day long. The crying, fussing, drooling and messes of the day piled up faster than she knew how to clean them.
None of her daily work had been done by the time little Abby was asleep which was why, at ten o'clock, she was still at it. Laundry was sorted, toys put away and now she stood in front of the sink washing dishes while sterilizing bottles.
Jackson was working late again. She missed him when he was gone. Not just because he was an extra set of hands for Abby, but because he was her best friend. Her partner in every sense. Jack was a great father and supportive husband and she relished their time together. But he was also a very hard worker and that often had him working late, like tonight.
Meredith hummed quietly to the radio playing softly in the background while she lost herself in the mundane task in front of her. Soapy water covered her hands as she washed, rinsed, set aside. Washed, rinsed, set aside. The repetition of the task was soothing.
So lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear Jack or notice him in the room until she felt his hands slide over her midsection. His breath made her hair flutter over her ear as he leaned in to whisper, "Hey, beautiful."
A small smile tugged at her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned into the strong body of her beloved behind her, letting her head fall to his shoulder. "Jack," she whispered. "Welcome home, baby."
Jack held his wife tightly against his and asked, "How are my favorite girls?"
Meredith groaned, "Don't ask." With a sigh she continued to recount the details of the day, sounding more exhausted as she went.
Jack placed soft kisses along Meredith's neck, "I'm sorry you had to deal with all that alone. You did a great job. You're an amazing mom, Mer." His hands began to caress slow circles over her abdomen, "Let me make you feel better."
Jack moved his right hand down over her stomach, still rounded from having their daughter, to slide along the edge of her yoga pants. His gentle touch sent warm tremors along her spine. His left hand, not to be outdone, slid under her T-shirt and skated over her soft flesh to the underside of her naked breast.
He hummed in delight at finding her without a bra. Running his nose up her neck, he licked the outer edge of her ear, eliciting a whimper from his wife. He knew what that did to her.
His hand slid under the waistband of her pants and gently cupped her sex. She moaned at the feel of his hot hand on her bare skin. His middle finger stroked against her slit, without any pressure. Just teasing her sensitive flesh.
