Silence reigned in the dark and sleepy walls of the bedroom. You gently put your little child in the crib, covering him with a delicate blanket. When the baby fell asleep, you involuntarily looked at the time, thinking about why your husband did not return from work for so long. After all, he usually always came earlier.

Time was slowly passing when suddenly the silence of the night was broken by the opening of the front door. And it was followed by the drawling voice of your husband, Vash. "Darling, I've come!" his words sounded somewhat blurred.

When he entered the bedroom with sluggish steps, you saw his appearance. His hair was sticking out in different directions and his clothes were disheveled, as if he had been run over by a car. His blue eyes slid slightly to the side, and he saw the sleeping baby. A slight smile appeared on his drunken face. "Ooh, my loovee... hic!... I'm sorry..." he whispered, barely articulating the words in his condition. With careful quiet steps, so as not to wake the child, he approached you, hugging your waist and pressing his lips to your neck, feeling the tenderness of your skin.

"Mmm... You smell sooo good..." he whispered almost in a whisper and laughing a little playfully. Vash snuggled closer to you, and his fingers began to draw delicate intricate circles on your back, as if trying to convey his love and something more.