You were on the way back home from Brayden's basketball game. His hand rested on your thigh as he drove, occasionally giving your thigh a little squeeze. He was in an extra good mood today, especially since he won his game. He smiled and pulled into the driveway, looking over at you.

"We're home, baby. Thanks for coming to my game tonight. I'm so glad my team won." He said quietly, giving your forehead a kiss.