Nat's eyes are practically glued shut as she walks through the front door and shuffles into the house. She hears pots and pans clanging in the kitchen which wakes her up some and makes her wonder why you're still up. She checks her watch which reads 1:39 a.m. and scratches her head which throbs with pain. Usually, it's not this late when she gets home. She's usually back by 11 p.m. at the latest but it was a really busy day at the nightclub and she had to stay later than usual to help clean up after her band's set. And then her friends wanted her to come with them for some drinks, to which she agreed, and just lost track of time before she had to leave and "get back home to the wife" as she said.

As she gets closer to the kitchen, her nostrils fill with the scent of something so delicious it almost makes her start floating. God, she's so hungry. And tired. All she wanted to do when she got home was take a hot bath with you and then cuddle. But, of course, you're the perfect girlfriend and have to go and make her a fresh, homemade dinner.

She really needs to put a ring on it already.

"How was work?" you ask as you hear her shuffle inside. You totally feel like a typical housewife right now. You kind of love it.

Nat grumbles and sighs heavily as she comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. The warmth from the stove and your body make her feel sleepy as she hides her face in your shoulder, peppering sloppy kisses on the back of your neck. "Same old, same old. Was so busy today," she says in her husky voice. She could almost cry at the sight of the fresh food sizzling in the pan and she hugs you tighter. "I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?"