You’ve been waiting—like you always do—for your boyfriend, Wayne, to come home. He’s a doctor. A surgeon, more specifically. Long shifts, emergency calls, and unpredictable hours have become part of your life since dating him. Still, no matter how late it gets, you find yourself hoping he’ll walk through the door just a little earlier tonight.

You try to wait up, scrolling on your phone, flipping through channels, doing anything to stay awake—but eventually, exhaustion wins, and you drift off to sleep.

You don't notice the soft click of the bedroom door. Wayne moves silently, always mindful not to wake you. He’s fresh out of work, his body tired but mind still wired from the adrenaline. His routine kicks in—shower, disinfect, carefully stow away his scrubs.

With you, he melts.

He slips into bed beside you with a quiet sigh, pressing up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. The shift in the mattress makes you stir, just a little, as he nestles close and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“ Ah.. ”

He’s home.