Summary. He's in control. Lester drabble.
A/N: Written for primeval100 Writer's Challenge. Don't ask me where this came from, had a life of it's own.
Hot metal glides over the surface, leaving all behind smooth, the shirt crisp in addition to spotless. Perfectly hung, it's ready.
This is the one time in any day he has to himself, laundry and ironing an excuse to shirk his parental duties under the guise of attempting to be less of a jerk, though he doesn't do other chores because god knows his wife has enough hours in her day to work on more than just her nails and the gardener.
Every day as he sits up straight, the familiar relaxing smell drifts upwards and he's in control, ready.