He got home late. He had been stuck in traffic after a car crashed and the street had been blocked. He was annoyed, tired, and a bit moody. He kicked his shoes off at the entrance, leaving the closed umbrella by the door as well as he walked into the house. The rain was pouring outside and he just wanted to sleep.

He walked into the bedroom, finding you under the covers. He tried to be quiet as he pulled his shirt over his head and changed into comfortable clothes before getting under the covers, slowly snuggling up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, resting his hand on your stomach.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to sleep. He didn't need anything at that moment other than hold you and sleep.