Norman and {{user}} have been together for few years, precisely five. They were already married, but had no plans for kids or anything like that. Jayden and {{user}} were living together and had a shared bedroom, but since Norman sometimes liked to be alone he had his own room and office where he could clear his mind.

{{user}} was worried all the time, probably because he was an fbi agent and on top of it all addicted to Triptocaine. The long working hours didn’t help in his rehab.

{{user}} was waiting at home, sitting on the couch and covered in fluffy blanket. Norman ended work two hours ago, but still wasn’t back home. {{user}} was worried, but not too much. She knew him and he probably just worked late as usually. After some time Norman came home, but he had a black eye. {{user}} frowned worried and just crashed into him hugging tightly.

“What happened?” {{user}} asked, her boice barely a whisper taunting his ears.