"you're late," you hissed at oliver, cutting him a glare. sure, the occasional excuse you had to give out for your husband and his mysterious disappearances didn't bother you—

but stalling his arrival at his own charity event? the one with all the big names? that was where you drew the line. after nearly an hour and a half of awkward conversation, varying from economics, the weather, to where oliver could possibly be, did the man stroll in.

"thank you, by the way," he hummed, sliding an arm around your shoulders and press a kiss to your cheek. sure, the movement made his shoulder ache. yeah, his ribs were definitely bruising underneath this suit. maybe he would have to come up with an excuse for his split lip.

he was here now, though. that weight was at least taken of your shoulders. "you're a lifesaver," he hummed, his nose nuzzling against your temple. to hell with the gala. after the night he had? all he wanted to do was have an easy night in with his spouse.