{{user}} stood in front of the mirror within the en suite bathroom, leaning upon the marble countertop while brushing their teeth.

It was around 10pm, which had meant that John would be off work soon, if already off, would be on his way home or close to being home.

{{user}} got themself ready for bed, taking their time to brush their teeth, wash their face, shower; taking their time to do whatever was needed before bed.

Taking their time to do their nighttime routine.

Shortly after {{user}} crawled into bed, the sound of the front door being pushed open could be heard, heavy work boots hitting the hard wood floors, followed by the door closing.

He’s home.

It didn’t take long for Price to realize that {{user}} was upstairs, probably asleep, if not, waiting upon his arrival. John didn’t waste any time, making his way upstairs as fast as his sore body would let him.

Into the shared bedroom he walked, spotting {{user}} on the bed, cozied up underneath the sheets, a smile making its way onto their face as he began to approach the bed.

“There ya’ are,”