The dining table was a clutter of empty plates and half-finished glasses, remnants of a hearty dinner. Remo pushed his chair back with a satisfied sigh, glancing at Abby with a gentle smile.
"Let handle the dishes tonight, Abby," he said, reaching out to stop her as she began to gather the plates.
Abby paused, her hand still mid-air, a puzzled look crossing her face. Remo leaned forward, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
"That’s sweet of you, Remo, but rember your hand," she reminded him gently, nodding towards his bandaged hand, a reminder of the injury he had today.
Remo’s brow furrowed as he looked down at the bandage encasing his hand.
He sighed, conceding to the reality of his condition. "You’re right, Abby. I almost forgot about that," he admitted, a touch of frustration tainting his voice.
Abby reached across the table, her hand finding his, offering comfort in her touch. "It’s okay, Remo. Let take care of the dishes tonight. Your hand needs ti to heal, and we don’t want to risk anything," she reassured him, her voice filled with warmth and concern.
Remo nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, Abby. For taking care of , even when I forget to take care of myself."
Abby nodded as she cleared the table and made her way to the kitchen. Just as she left the dining room she paused and turned to Remo.
"Remo..." Her voice trailed off, a hint of sothing lingering in the air. But before she could articulate whatever was on her mind, she shook her head lightly, her smile widening, and she turned to make her way to the kitchen.
Remo watched her leave, a softness in his expression. As Abby disappeared from sight.
Tony, who had been observing the exchange with a sly grin, leaned back in his chair, swirling the last sip of his wine. He chuckled lowly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Well, well, Remo. Who would’ve thought marriage would have you asking to do the dishes and playing the good husband?" Tony quipped, his tone laced with amusent.
Remo shot Tony a playful glare, his tough exterior montarily giving way to a more relaxed deanor. "Watch it, Tony. Even mafia leaders can appreciate dostic bliss," he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Tony raised an eyebrow, a smirk mirroring Remo’s forming on his face. "Dostic bliss, huh? Never thought I’d hear those words from the infamous Remo," he remarked, taking another sip of his wine.
Remo chuckled, a rare display of levity. "Tis change, Tony. We all llow out eventually." He poured himself so wine as he leaned back in his chair.
Tony leaned back, surveying the scene with an amused expression. "Softened by marriage, huh? I never thought I’d see the day. You’re a different man, Remo."
Remo shot him a mock scowl, but there was a warmth in his eyes that spoke volus. "You’re lucky you don’t have a significant other nagging you about chores, Tony."
Tony chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Here’s to dostic bliss and softened mafia bosses. Who would’ve thought?"
Remo, took a sip of his wine, shot Tony a knowing look, his brow raised in amusent.
"Don’t you have sowhere to be, Tony? Or are you planning to spend the night with and my wife?" Remo teased, his voice tinged with humor.
Tony chuckled, setting his glass down with a playful wink. "Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your dostic bliss, Remo. Besides, I’ve got places to be, people to see," he replied, his tone light-hearted.
Remo nodded, "That’s what I thought. You wouldn’t be able to handle the dostic life," he teased, his tone affectionate.
Tony grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, but I’ll leave that to you, Remo. I’ll stick to the life of a bachelor—much more suited to my style," he quipped, rising from his chair with a flourish.
As Tony made his way to the door, Remo called after him with a chuckle, "Don’t cause too much trouble out there, Tony. We don’t need any more headaches than we already have."
Tony shot him a wink over his shoulder. "No promises, Remo. You know too well," he replied, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
Remo stood up right after and quietly made his way to the kitchen, where Abby was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing away at the dinner plates. He paused for a mont, watching her graceful movents, before he approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Abby jumped slightly, startled by his sudden embrace. "Remo!" she exclaid, turning her head to look at him, a mix of surprise and amusent flickering in her eyes. "I didn’t hear you co in. Is Tony gone?"
Remo nodded, his arms tightening around her waist, unwilling to let go. "Yeah, he left a little while ago," he murmured, his voice soft as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Abby chuckled, feeling his warmth against her back. "Soone’s being clingy," she teased, gently nudging him with her elbow.
Remo grinned, the corners of his lips quirking up. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, pressing a gentle kiss against her cheek.
They stood there for a mont, wrapped in each other’s embrace, before Abby gently extricated herself from Remo’s arms. "As much as I love this, I need to finish up here," she said, gesturing towards the sink filled with dishes. "I’m going to take a quick shower afterward."
"Okay I will wait for you in the living room." Remo said as he made his way out of the kitchen.
Remo made his way to the living room, glancing around the cozy space. The soft glow of dimd lights and the inviting couch created a warm atmosphere. Almost half an hour later,Abby erged from the bedroom, wearing a seductive nightgown; it was a satin top and shorts that caught Remo’s attention.
He couldn’t help but let out a low whistle, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, soone’s trying to make playing the hero worth my while," he teased, his tone suggestive.
Abby blushed, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just a little sothing to spice up the evening," she replied, twirling a strand of her hair with a coy smile.
Remo stood up and approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You’re succeeding, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
Abby giggled, playfully pushing him away. "Save the complints for later, tough guy. How about we watch a movie?" she suggested, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
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