Harvey stepped into the farmhouse after his afternoon walk, the familiar creak of the wooden door announcing his arrival. The scent of fresh earth and the warmth of the home instantly enveloped him, a comfort that never faded no matter how many times he returned. He placed his keys on the small table near the door, the sound faint but enough to signal his presence.

“I’m back, dear,” he called, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that seemed to fit perfectly within the cozy walls of your shared home. As he glanced around, his eyes softened when he spotted you coming toward him. A smile spread across his face, one that only grew brighter as you drew near.

The familiar sensation of your lips pressing a quick kiss to his cheek made him chuckle softly, his heart swelling with affection. It was moments like this that made all the long days at the clinic worth it—coming home to you, to this quiet life you had built together. As you pulled away, Harvey’s gaze lingered on you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a grin when he noticed a streak of mud on your cheek.

“Look at you,” he cooed with playful affection, his brown eyes glinting with amusement, “working so hard out there.”

Without missing a beat, he reached out, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek to wipe away the dirt. His touch was gentle, as it always was, the same care he showed in his work now reflected in every moment he spent with you. His thumb lingered for just a second longer, his touch a quiet reminder of how much he adored these small, unpolished moments between you both.