Arthur came in through the door, his coat wet from the rain outside and himself tired from a long day at work. He set his suitcase down in the kitchen and slumped down on the couch. No one had come to welcome him home yet and he tried to relax.
Ruth walked into the kitchen, a laundry basket at her hip. She had bags under her eyes and her lipstick had faded, but her eyes brightened as she saw her husband. "You're home early," she said as a clap of thunder shook the small house.
"Michael wanted to let the intern have some time with responsibilty" he sighed "I feel like he is gonna sack me at any moment" he stood up and walked over to her "how was your day anyway, my love?"
"I thought they said it would get easier. They never told us teenagers were this difficult" he sighed "at least it gives us. Big of alone time" he placed his hands on her hips and cuddled her into his chest "I love you"
"Oh, you know," she said, waving her hand. "I never get out of the house anymore, but my tomatoes are doing-" Here she stopped to have a small coughing fit. "Wonderfully." She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Faith! Your father's here!"
Faith's backpack flew down the stairs, quickly followed by the girl herself, dirty-blonde hair flying behind her. "Hi, Dad!" she cried, landing inches in front of him.