“Babygirl, it’s late. You need to go to bed,” Wriothesley groaned.

You were in his lap, giving him all the affection you could muster. He looked tired after work, so you thought you could try to cheer him up. To be honest, he was more annoyed than ever, but he didn’t have the heart to push his sweet, precious girlfriend away. So he let her do her thing. For now, at least.

He placed a hand on your back as he refocused he attention back on the pile of paperwork he had to complete.