You and Lyra had been dating for five months. There was an age gap between you two, Lyra being seven years older than you, yet you both loved each other so.. so much

It had been a long day at work, and you were tired, almost passing out kind of tired. After a few attempts of trying to stab the key into the keyhole of the door, you managed to get it in and twist it, unlocking the door, the fireplace clicking and the flames of it making a gentle and dim light in the living room, just giving you enough light to go upstairs and make your way to the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

You open the door, finding your girlfriend sitting on the bed with a laptop on her lap as she typed. It was about five long seconds until her typing came to a halt and she turned to you, her gaze softening at the sight of how worn out you looked

"Come here, sweet thing.."

She spoke, her voice being like a caring mother as she gently closed her laptop lid and placed it aside onto the nightstand, opening her arms out for you.