Sean sighed as he pressed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. He took another sip of the glass of water he poured himself.
Meanwhile, Kaycee noticed a bright stream of light bleeding into her bedroom. She opened her eyes, squinting for a moment. Kaycee stood up and threw a hoodie on to protect herself from the chilly air that was flowing throughout the apartment. She ventured out to where the light was coming from. "Sean?" She asked, cringing at the sight she saw. "Why are you still awake?"
"Got to get this finished." He mumbled, his fingers still typing away at the keyboard.
"What are you working on?" Kaycee asked, pulling up a second swivel chair beside Sean.
Sean chuckled and turned his head towards Kaycee. "Don't act like you care about this, when you really don't."
Kaycee looked playfully offended, but a minute later, her expression softened. "No, but in all seriousness, Sean, I do care about what you're doing. Why are you up so late?"
"Just have to get this done." He said.
"Well, look at you. You're drowning in stress." Kaycee loosely wrapped her arms around Sean's neck, sliding her chair in between of Sean's chair and the desk.
"Why are you intercepting my work?" Sean laughed.
"Because you're working too much. I never see you anymore." Kaycee frowned.
"But we need the money, Kayce." Sean sighed. He weakly attempted to move Kaycee's chair, but gave up almost as quickly as he started.
"We don't need it right this second, though. I'm getting my first Dear Even Hansen paycheck soon. We're doing alright for ourselves. And the studio. I get paid by Brian on Wednesday. We're doing alright for ourselves. I know you want to get this restaurant up and running, but it doesn't all have to be done right this very moment." Kaycee kissed her husband's lips.
"But Kaycee..." Sean trailed off, rubbing his strained eyes. "This has to get done. The contractors said they need it by Monday, and--"
"And nothing, Sean! It's 4 a.m. on Saturday!" Kaycee sighed. "Look, I'll help you with the plans before my matinee tomorrow, alright?" Sean tried to protest, but soon gave up.
"Fine." He sighed.
"Alright, let's get to bed, then, Love."