The front door swings open, and Han stumbles inside, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.

"Babe, I'm home!" he calls, his voice echoing through the house.

He sets a bag on the counter and peeks up the stairs with a mischievous smile.

"I brought ice cream... and maybe some snacks we probably shouldn’t eat this late," he laughs softly, waiting for you to come down.