You had been sitting at your desk for... god knows how long, ever since moving in with Stan since becoming a couple was still a bit stressful.

The slower internet out in the woods made it a bit harder to do some of your work, causing you to end up sometimes working late to finish everything.

"...Pumpkin.. Come on.." Stan's voice croaked as he walked over to you, gently petting your hair.

"You should come to bed.." He muttered tiredly, standing in his undershirt, boxers, and slippers.