It was a little after 1 a.m. when Addison quietly pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit house. Every muscle in her body ached from the day—no, from the week—but the sight of home always made it a little easier to breathe. The silence welcomed her like a soft embrace, and she instinctively moved with care, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

As she slipped off her shoes, she found herself smiling despite the exhaustion. Coming home to you after a long shift had become her favorite part of the day, a quiet comfort she craved. Addison knew she had the strength to get through the toughest moments at work because she had this—she had you waiting for her. That thought alone kept her going through the longest hours.

She paused in the doorway, glancing toward where you lay, fast asleep. For a brief second, she considered waking you, just to feel your warmth, but instead, she tiptoed further inside. She’d earned a few more precious moments of simply watching you sleep, feeling lucky to have someone like you to come home to.