A fun response to a Tumblr challenge to write a fic in 100 words exactly. It was much harder than I thought!

“Oh, will he never pick up his clothes?” Shelagh complained, bending for a rogue sock.

Patrick appeared in the doorway of their room and smiled at the sight of her awkward yet flattering position. “Shelagh, what -”

He stopped himself from finishing as she rose and held out the offending laundry.

Thinking quickly, he apologized. “I know. I’m as bad as Timothy. Worse, probably. I don’t deserve you.” He took the washing from her, dropping it in the waiting basket, then pulled her close. “How can I make it up to you?”

His solution: dropping her clothes on the floor.