🍷you know the picture where mitch and harry are just chilling on the sofa with their gowns on?! i could just imagine them sitting there with a nice glass of wine, a romcom playing on the tv, so when the missus comes home she's just standing there hands on her hips because the evening was meant to be her and harry's pamper night but harry ditched her and asked mitch instead because she took so long to get home 🙈😂❤️ xx.
“You know, I didn’t expect your side piece to be here when I arrived home, Harry. At least have the decency to kick them out before I walk through the front door so I don’t catch you in the act,” she teases from the living room doorway, eyes diverting between the two heads of brown hair peeking from over the back of the sofa as she kicked off her shoes and let them fall, haphazardly, next to his boots. “Is that the good bottle of wine we kept in the cupboard?”
She steps into the room and it becomes clear that the both of them are clad in thick and fluffy and white dressing gowns, feet kicked up and resting as they nursed wine glasses in their hands. The screw-on lid sitting on the coffee table beside the green bottle holding the red substance that had stained their lips a darker shade of pink and turned their teeth a deep purple.
“What happened to our pamper night, mister?”
“Told me you were gon’a be late when you left this morning. Haven’t exactly had a proper pamper night. Can’t do tha’ without you because you know how to do it, just right. Just drank the wine from the cupboard and gossiped with Mitch about stuff. Watched a bit of a rom-com but, surprisingly, that got too boring,” Harry cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, sending his wife a smile as she stands there, arms bent with her hands propped on her hips as she looks before the scene in front of her, “feel free to grab a glass and join us, my darling. We could use a lady present.”
Mitch shakes his head and sets his empty wine glass down on the coffee table, upon the coaster already decorated with ring marks from previous glasses that had rested upon that same piece of patterned wood. Standing to his feet and slipping them back into the shoes he’d worn there. Shrugging off the white dressing gown and draping it over the arm of the sofa.
“Feel free to take my place here. I’ve got to get goin’ anyway. Sarah wanted me to take her out for dinner, so, I can’t get too mullered,” he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek, “he’s been chattin’ my ear off so you’ll be doin’ me some good in getting me away. Not sure how long I can spend listening to his monotonous voice.”
“Hey,” Harry whines, a look of fake hurt written over his features as his lips still sport a smile, “v’only been tellin’ him about what we had planned before you told me you’d be late home. There was minimal chat since Mitch barely speaks.”
“And I’m pretty sure he was going to start a pedicure on me if you hadn’t have shown up when you did,” Mitch smirks as he flipped Harry the middle finger, squeezing her shoulder as he passed by, disappearing into the hallway and grabbing the jacket he’d hung up, upon his arrival earlier that afternoon, “let’s just say, there is no one in the world who would go near his feet during a pedicure. Except you, of course, babe. Because you married him and that means his feet come with him. Unfortunately.”
“Hey, mister, leave my husband’s abnormally gigantic feet alone or else you can’t come around and drink our wine anymore.” xx