Peggy tries not to let her enthusiasm show, but she suspects her mood is evident in the way her lips curve upwards with such ease, thinking of being on that bike with Steve. She leans in and wraps her arms around his waist, as if measuring it for later. "Yes, I think that will suit just perfectly," she agrees, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as she goes to fetch her gloves and her bag.
She'll never be this housewife, she knows that, but perhaps once she strips off all the trappings, she can see them enjoying a touch of domesticity. Peering past the curtains, she notes the headlights in the driveway. "I believe that's our car," she says, holding out a hand to him after sliding on the wedding ring. "Ready?"
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Date: 2017-04-21 02:21 am (UTC)She'll never be this housewife, she knows that, but perhaps once she strips off all the trappings, she can see them enjoying a touch of domesticity. Peering past the curtains, she notes the headlights in the driveway. "I believe that's our car," she says, holding out a hand to him after sliding on the wedding ring. "Ready?"