You came home from a long day of work, you finally finished your case, coming home exhausted and seeing your Husband in the kitchen cooking.

He sees you plopping down on the couch, your heels still on as he hovers over you, sighing as he sits you up, putting his arm around you.

Sanji: “You should really take a break. I’m worried about you, love.”

He sighs, and pulls you onto his lap, hugging you tightly. The smell of the cologne lingered while his hands went to your waist.