I got home several hours late and walked right past a scowling Freddie and into the kitchen.
“Ahem,” he said, shadowing my steps.
I sighed and ignored him, dropping my stuff and making my way to the refrigerator. I was starving, having not had anything since my early lunch and it being well past when I normally eat dinner. A few minutes later saw me heading for the family room, sandwich in one hand, cold soda in the other. I stepped right over Freddie, ignoring his pout.
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I settled onto the couch with a sigh and tucked into my sandwich. Freddie hopped up next to me and stared with laser eyes at my meal. “Nope,” I said, my mouth full.
“It’s the least you can do since you’re so late,” he told me.
“Nope,” I said again.
He huffed in irritation. “I was alone,” he whined. “It was dark before you got here.”
I swallowed my mouthful of food. “I had to work,” I explained.
“You’ve been late all week!”
“I know. It’s not by choice, believe me.”
He squinted at me. “I’m not sure I do,” he said.
“Where else would I be?” I asked him. “All I do anymore is work and come home.” Which while true was suddenly really depressing. Two more bites finished the sandwich. “Come on,” I told him. “Let’s get some food in your belly.”
I didn’t need to tell him twice. He sprinted ahead of me into the kitchen, nearly knocking me down in his excitement. He danced around me as I opened the can and dumped it onto one of his plates. “He’s a hungry booooooy, he’s a hungry booooy!” I sang quietly as I set the plate in front of him. He had his face in it before I fully pulled my hand away.
While he ate, I washed my travel mug and did the few quick chores that needed doing before bed. I hadn’t been home for long, but I was exhausted and needed to get up early the next day. He was finishing up as I turned off the lights and made my way to my bedroom.
Ten minutes later I was climbing between the sheets, grateful to get on my back after a long day. I picked up my book to unwind a little more before sleep. I’ve never been able to just lay down and turn off the light. No matter how tired, I need to relax a bit first.
Freddie jumped up on the bed and made his way over to me, attacking the book with his head. “I missed you today,” he said.
“I missed you too!” I told him, rubbing his head.
"Tell me why you like to work so much” he demanded, picking up our conversation from earlier.
“I don’t,” I told him. “I kind of hate it, actually.”
"That makes no sense,” he said. “You are there all time!”
“It’s just busy right now,” I explained, gently. “It’ll slow down and then I’ll be able to spend more time with you.”
“Like tomorrow?”
“Uh. No, actually. I have to go back.”
“What?! But you worked all week! It’s my time now!”
“It’s just one day!” I told him quickly. “We’ll probably have Sunday.”
“Probably? Probably?!”
“Well...”
“I probably won’t have to work, but honestly? I’m not 100% sure. Things are crazy right now.”
He flopped over dramatically and heaved a long suffering sigh. “I hate your job,” he moaned.
“Yeah,” I told him, rubbing his fur over his ribs. “Me too.”
“Poor Freddie,” I said, feeling more sorry for myself.
“Poor Freddie,” he agreed, feeling very sorry for himself.
“It’ll get better,” I promised.
“When?”
“Next week? Maybe. But you still get to sleep in every day!” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“Yeah,” he said slowly. “That’s pretty good.”
“I get super jealous because you’re like...”
I turned off the light and rolled over into my favorite sleep position and closed my eyes. I felt Freddie stand up and lean over me, touching his nose to mine. “Go to sleep,” I said.
“I will. But you need to move your—“
“Oh, right.” I untucked one arm from my side to give him room to curl up against my body. Once he was situated with his head draped over my elbow we both sighed happily. “Stay here tomorrow,” he mumbled sleepily. I groaned softly.
The good new is I’m feeling much better! The bad new is I really do have to go in to work today. I was hoping to only have to work a half day so I could spend the morning with you (and Freddie) but sadly things didn’t go as I had hoped yesterday and I need to spend my whole day off at work, grumble grumble grumble. I’m hoping it won’t go late, but I’ll check in as soon as I’m able. Have a great Saturday, Peeps! I’ll miss you!