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[56] - [Mobster!Carlos]

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56. "I've had a long day. Get in bed".

Carlos said before he left this morning that he expected to be home a little after dinner. You had good hopes that you'd hear his car coming onto the porch again around seven in the evening, but that sadly didn't happen. You knew he was in a meeting with his partners and the case was quite serious. He hadn't told you much about it, however you knew it was going on for quite a while already. He was very busy lately and you felt a little alone in the large mansion in Madrid, where you were after he left the house. You had eaten dinner alone, entertaining yourself afterwards with some Netflix and a book you've been reading since last week, however nothing really bothered you fully. Your mind drifted off to Carlos and how you actually missed him. You looked forward to go out for some dinner or spend the evening in the cinnema room of the house, yet he was still at work every night.

You had taken a shower to kill some time, painted your nails afterwards and waited in the living room, on the large sofa. You had dozed off after a while, not able to keep your eyes opened. You hadn't even heard Carlos coming home until his arms curled around your frame and he lifted you up. "Carlos". You nearly purred, your heart fluttering when noticing that your husband was carrying you upstairs. "Hey, babe". Carlos softly said, gently letting you to the floor when he reached the bedroom you shared. "I've had a long day. Get in bed. Alright, love?". Carlos asked, his knuckles caressing your cheek. You nodded slowly, pulling the satin nightgown back in its place before you got to the bed, shoving the duvet aside and crawling under it. You looked at him as he took his watch off his wrist, rubbing his wrist before he started on his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling the sleeves down his arms.

Carlos pulled the gun from the back of his slacks, checking the magazine before unloading it and placing the gun on his nightstand. He looked at you while you laid in bed already, a small smile on his face as he watched your big eyes gazing up at him. Carlos stripped from his slacks, slipping into some lazy joggers before he finally, finally got into bed with you. He turned off the light on his nightstand, turning to you when you didn't switched the light off on your side. "I miss you". You said, resting your head on the pillow while looking at him. "I know, princesa". Carlos' arm around you pulled you closer to him and your hand moved over his arm. "Work is just so incredibly busy at the moment. Do you think you can make it through the week?". Carlos asked, his fingers combing through your hair. "Will you be more home after that?". You asked, studying his face. "I promise". He nodded. "Let me correct, will you be home at dinner time?". You asked and he chuckled, making you smile.

"I promise I'll be home in time, babe. So we can have time for the two of us". Carlos told you and your hand cupped his cheek. He took your hand in his and kissed your fingertips. "I'm sorry". He apologized next. "It's okay, I know it's your job. It's just tough sometimes". You said, slowly blinking at how tired you were. "And still you stay with me". Carlos said. "Te quiero mucho, mi amor". He pressed a firm kiss to your lips. You contently snuggled into his embrace, letting his arm curl tighter around you and you rested your head on his chest. And as he had promised that evening, was true. He finished the case he and his partners were working on and he had taken you out for dinner as soon as he had time again and you spend the evenings together again in the cinnema room. It was good to be in his arms every night again.