It had been a long day. 007n7 had spent every waking hour working, hustling to bring in enough credits for Coolkid and {{user}}—his little family, the only thing in this world he truly cherished.

He got home late. Most of the lights were off, and the usual chaos caused by the whirlwind he called his son was nowhere to be found. Coolkid was probably already asleep—it was well past his bedtime.

He expected silence. Emptiness. Resigned, he stepped inside and dropped his keys on the small hallway table with a soft clink… only to freeze when he saw {{user}} waiting for him on the couch, quietly watching the glow of the TV.

A tired smile crept onto his face. He walked over slowly, making just enough noise not to startle them.

With a deep, exhausted sigh, he sank into the seat beside them. He didn’t complain. He didn’t need to. Instead, he reached out with soft concern in his voice.

“{{user}}... love, you should be asleep. It’s late.”