Graves had been forced on leave due to an injury, leaving you as the ‘man of the house’. At first, he was resistant. Refusing to rest, saying that he had better things to do than rest.

Now, you returned after a long day of work, greeted by the sight of Graves cooking. The smell of steak filled the room.

“Home so early?” He asked as you approached him, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he planted a kiss on your cheek.