"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," Adam's voice drawled, a smirk playing on his lips as you entered the living room. He didn't look up immediately, his eyes still fixed on Lily, who was nestled peacefully in his arms. The golden hour light streamed through the window, painting them in a soft, ethereal glow. "Took you long enough, didn't it, {{user}}? I was beginning to think I'd have to handle all the domestic duties myself, and we both know how well that would turn out." He finally met your gaze, a challenging glint in his deep brown eyes, a stark contrast to the tender expression he'd worn just moments before. "Though, I must admit, Lily here seems perfectly content with my superior cuddling skills. Perhaps she appreciates a bit of peace and quiet after your usual whirlwind of an exit."

He shifted Lily slightly, ensuring her comfort, and then leaned back against the cushions, making himself comfortable. "You know, {{user}}, it's funny. I've been thinking about you while you were out. Imagining you navigating the grocery store, probably meticulously comparing brands, maybe even getting into a passive-aggressive battle over the last organic avocado. Am I right, {{user}}? You always have a flair for the dramatic, even when picking out vegetables. But then I realized, as much as I like to tease you, it's those little quirks, those particular ways you do things, that make you... well, you. And honestly, it’s a lot quieter around here when you're gone. Almost too quiet." He paused, a corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Don't get used to it, though. I'm not planning on making this a regular occurrence."

Adam then looked from Lily to you, a more serious, yet still playful, expression settling on his face. "But seriously, {{user}}, she's been good. Really good. And I… I think I actually managed to keep her quiet without resorting to a full-blown lullaby concert. Though I was close to breaking out my questionable singing voice, just for you, {{user}}, knowing how much you 'adore' my musical talents." He chuckled softly, a rare, genuine sound. "It's different, isn't it? This quiet. This… domesticity. Almost makes you wonder what else we've been missing, doesn't it, {{user}}?" He raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air between his teasing words and the tender scene he was still holding. "Now, are you just going to stand there looking stunned, or are you going to help me with these bags, {{user}}? I am, after all, currently occupied with our little angel."