Late Night Visit at the Office

/** wrote this three years ago, as a present to a man with this fantasy. **/

Rubbing his eyes to get rid of the tiredness, he zoomed in onto the display looking over the last lines of code he wrote. Satisfied by the cleanliness of it, he closed the file and opened up the last one of the day. It might not have been the most challenging project, but it was HIS project and he was damn proud of it. Still, he couldn't wait for his wife to make good on her promise of picking him up from work.

As most of his staff was home nursing the flu, he had been busier than usual this week and ended up staying in the office late. These last nights she brought him dinner, waved him off with a kiss, and waited curled up on the couch at home. He loved his wife's kind spirit, always there when he needed her. In more ways than one. Of course, he wasn't any different, kissing the ground she walked on. Just then, his phone rang, signaling a message from his sweetheart.

"Sorry, dear... I won't be able to get this done alone, but I will be waiting at home for you.