Caught Red-Handed

It was a cold, wintery night. I was lying in bed alone. My husband was late getting home from work again that day. That makes three times in a single week. I typically didn’t mind, but I had a stressful day at work. I just wanted him to be with me, near me, comforting me. Instead, I had no idea where he was.
I found myself irritated. I flipped over to my side and placed my hand softly on his empty pillow. My head went to all the places my husband could be. After thinking about it for a while, I started to feel worse. I didn’t want to be that woman who worries constantly about her guy, so I held back the tears and forced my eyes shut.
I heard him pull into the driveway. It was late. Much later than the last few times. I bit my lip in frustration but also worry. I heard him talking to someone. I strained my ears to hear what it was he was talking about, and more importantly to who. I couldn’t figure it out, everything was muffled. I held my breath as I heard him close the bathroom door.
Curiosity took over me and instead of waiting for him like I normally do, I decided to get out of bed. Admittedly, I crept down the stairs. I took each step as if I were balancing on a tight rope. I didn’t want him to hear me.
As soon as I got to the last stair, I peeked out to see what he was doing. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Shock hit me like a semi-truck. Much to my dismay I had caught him red-handed. I felt sick to my stomach. I stood there frozen, my eyes couldn’t avert the scene. I bit my bottom lip and the tears streamed down my face one by one. He must have heard me breathe because he quickly, knowing he’s been caught, glared at me.
“What are you doing up?!” He asked, frustrated.
“I heard you come home. I was worried.” I answered honestly.
“Well, you caught me.” He said, shaking his head. He stood up and brushed his pants off. He placed the puppy into my arms and said, “Merry Christmas, Woman. I love you- Even if you do ruin surprises!” I brushed the tears off my face and grabbed the new member of our family and smiled.
“I love you too!” I said, thinking to myself how lucky I am.