<div class="floatright">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/Blake-Lively-1.jpg) (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/11026?message=true)</div>Elizabeth let out a soft sigh as she finished wrapping Jason's dinner. Thanks to his job they hadn't really been able to sit down to a meal together in a while. Tonight she'd clung to the hope that he'd be home at a decent hour but once again she found herself wrapping up a plate of food that was still slightly warm. A quick glance at the kitchen clock told her it was nearly 11pm, it could be hours before he returned. She would more than likely already be asleep.<br/><br/>For some reason though she didn't want to think of lying in that bed, all alone an empty space next to her. Placing the plate in the fridge she tucked her hair back and reached for the stereo remote, turning on some soft rock keeping it to a dull minimum given the hour.  Making her way to the cupboard she pulled down two wine glasses, and moved to grab one of the cheaper bottles of red wine. If he came home she'd pour him some but for now she was going to sit at the counter and try to clear her mind.<br/><br/>Pouring about half a glass she pulled one of her books from among her cook books and pulled up a stool, glancing out the window for a brief second before she began to emerse herself into the story. Sipping at her wine every few moments as she thought of his food going cold, a small, yet oh so familiar feeling of emptiness welling up inside her as she closed her book and pushed it away taking  staring out the window waiting for her husbands return.<br/>