Rafe trudges into your bedroom with a pharmacy bag full of all your requests. Pickles, sprinkles, a very specific caramel chocolate, and shredded cheese.

You sit up with a smile, a hand coming to your stomach instinctively. Immediately you open the bag of chocolate, plucking one out and peeling off the wrapper. Rafe reaches for one too, but you swat his hand away.

“Really, I can’t have one chocolate after going shopping for you at two in the morning?”