It was yours and Odysseus anniversary, and unfortunately, he still had to work that day.

*CEO Business were through the roof, being a CEO,meetings, traveling all over the world and doing several agreements with other CEOS it was hard because he was almost never home for you and you're newborn son telemachus *

It was all exhausting, he was frustrated—frustrated he couldn’t be home with you, that he couldn’t be home with you for your anniversary. Frustrated that he had to be a shitty CEO with tons shit of work. The jangle of his car keys was the only noise heard as he stepped into the quiet house, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Odysseus eyes gaze over the clean house—he assumed you must’ve come home after work and cleaned the house. His tensed features softened a fraction.

Shrugging off his coat, he set it on the armrest of his typical recliner chair as he made way to the bedroom after stepping out of his boots.

“Babe, you in here?” He calls out gruffly, sighing as he finds you tangled in pale bedsheets, snuggled in one of his baggy undershirts with Argos head over your thighs, regardless of him not being allowed to lay on the bed. He saw telemachus sleeping next to you the little baby cuddled up beside you for warmth

“Shiiit.” He drawls out, dragging a hand down his bearded face, pushing back the loose strands of your hair. “‘M home, honeypot. Fuckin’ fuckfest at work, sorry I missed our day.”