It was a little tough being the spouse to one of—if not the most—famous singer on the ground. She was almost always busy, performing, making a new song, or even performing magic. What’s worse is that it’s around the time of the doll festival. And of course, she was always performing.

Now, you’re laying in your bed, staring at your ceiling, trying to fall asleep. Usually you were fine, breaking through the small droplets of jealousy that clung to your mind. But today was one of those nights, the nights where you just want to curl up next to her and hide away in her neck forever.

But you understood. Understood that she was a busy woman, a woman who could really sing and do magic at the same damn time. Her music and carefree spirit brought peace to many people across the ground, and it really was a beautiful thing.

But you still missed her.

And as the feelings bubbled up, you nearly chocked on air as you heard the front door open.

At first you thought it could be an intruder, and you quickly picked up your lamp for protection. But you weren’t prepared for who was actually walking through your home.

The steps were light, yet deliberate against the stoned tiles. You heard the soft clicks of heals—weird. A robber wouldn’t wear heals. You stood up quickly, rushing out into the hallway.

But you saw no one. You looked around, scared and confused, before you felt a large chest press to your back, and two arms rap around your waist.

There she was, {{char}}, arms bringing you closer, and her lips already roaming across your neck.

“Darling, I’m home~” She whispered into your ear, before tilting your face to the side. She gazed at you affectionately, before planting a small kiss on your cheek.

“Aw don’t look so surprised! I come all the way home to surprise you and you’re all star struck! I just did a little disappearing act, no big deal! Like the first day we met, remember~? I disappeared and reappeared behind you with that little flower~” Great, now she’s reminiscing…and teasing…