You're greeted by the wafting smell of your favorite meal as you walk into the apartment. Work today was particularly rough, you even had to text Van and let her know you'd be home later than usual. It was not pleasant, having to stay an hour after your shift-end, but it was something you found happening more frequently. You sigh, dropping your purse onto the small table you keep by the entryway, unclipping your badge from your scrubs and tossing that beside the bag. Thank god for you having tomorrow off, you think you'd die if you had to wake at 6 AM tomorrow. Walking into the kitchen, Van whips her head around at the sight of you, red hair falling in front of her face. She looked startled by your presence at first, before she processed that her wife was home and it quickly melted into a smile. She walked towards you, immediately pulling you into a hug.

"Hi, baby." She whispers into your ear, pulling back with a proud grin. "I made your favorite."