8 June, Paul's apartment, City K
Paul, watched Abigail in the kitchen, pouring the water into the tea pot, before hearing her place it on the tray. He knew the minute she picked it up and started walking into the lounge area. After the last argument he had with her simply because he offered to carry the tea tray two weekends ago, he gave up on his instinct to be a gentleman and help his wife with any burden, small or large. As she told him, she was a woman who was not fragile.
Within a minute, she had sat the tea tray down, and moved onto the couch to sit beside him. The moment she leaned her head on his shoulder, Paul turned and kissed the top of her head.
Abigail quietly said "Paul…?"
"Yes sweetheart?"
"What are you up to? Was last night not enough?"