#nace was playful tonight

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'I'll be getting over you my whole life' - Nancy/Nace

A little domestic Nace...

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She presses her lips to his cheek and coos, “I have to go now.”

“You know I’m never going to get used to that,” he murmurs by the coffee pot.

“Hmm, what?” she eyes him before she takes her satchel from the kitchen counter, swinging it over her shoulder, and jingles her keys in her hand, headed for the door.

“Us.”

“Well…” she draws out the word because she can tell by his features, he’s not being playful. He’s very serious. But they had already been married five years. Surely after all they’ve been through and the years of tragedy far behind them, they could settle into some kind of version of calm in the suburbs.

“Hopefully, around the golden anniversary, it won’t be such a surprise,” leaning into humor, but avoiding condescending because if she was honest, sometimes the peace of their lives got to her too.

(the us of it all got to her too)

She presses another quick kiss to his cheek for good measure.

“See you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She can barely hear him whisper under his breath as she leaves, “will never get used to that either.”