Christian was able to finish up a few reports and respond to several emails just before 1:00 PM, and quietly snuck out of the office for the day, bringing home a work laptop in his briefcase just in case his boss beckoned for some last minute changes to a report or needed him in any sort of fashion.  Arriving Home, he was a bit surprised to see Serena not home, nor did the house smell of delicious fresh pizza his stomach and appetite had been relishing in the thought of for the past two hours.  It was 1:30 PM and it was highly unlikely for Serena, a very prompt and punctual woman, to run late.  And if she did on rare occasions, it wasn't without a phone call or text.<br/><br/>As he reached for his phone, to see if there were any missed calls or messages from his wife, he heard the door of a car close out in the driveway, and the soft but rushed steps of feet up the porch steps, in walking Serena, with an apologetic look of empathy on her face, and pizza box in her hand.<br/><br/>"Hey Babe, it's OK. Better late than never!" he joked as he greeted her with a soft quick peck on the lips, offering to take the pizza to the kitchen and preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  It looked perfectly made, but frozen.  Christian, his stomach rumbling, was tempted to pluck a pepperoni slice off the top and eat it, but knew Serena would scold him for doing so.  Into the oven it went for 20 minutes as Christian set the timer on the stove.<br/><br/>"So, how's your morning been Hun?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, glad to be home and spend some quality time with his wife for a change.