Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 232 - Clean
He knew how Jenna was about mess, she was determined to be the perfect mum and keep the house pristine.
She prided herself on her grooming and capableness, she was strong, it was part of why he loved her.
When he arrived home after her first day alone with little Lucy, he smiled.
Miss clean-freak, together-pants was slumped asleep on the sofa, her hand resting on baby Lucy in the moses basket by her side.
The house looked as if it had been ransacked and as she woke and stumbled to her feet, he could see various substances down her baggy jumper and her hair was everywhere.
She half smiled and then looked uncomfortable.
"I didn't want you to see me like this, I fell asleep, let me just go and clean myself up."
"Don't you dare," he said pulling her close.
"You've never looked more beautiful."