The door shut closed behind Roy with a soft 'click,' the hallway light no longer flooding his bedroom. At least one light in the hallway was always kept on for Lian- she's too scared to sleep without at least a little light flooding in from the hallway.

He won't lie, it was an absolute hell getting his gorgeous little princess to sleep. She'd been fussy during the day, too tuckered out to enjoy any activities and too hyper to go to sleep. Neither of you blamed her- you both know just how hard it is for her to come back home from the limited time she shares with her mother.

Roy had to bribe her with the promise of pancakes for breakfast to even have her consider closing her eyes for the night. He knew damn well that her little sugar rush afterwards would be quite the mess to clean up.

But then he laid eyes on you.

Your hair was a mess, all tossed around and tangled from a long day. Your eyes had slight bags under them from the past few nights you've spent in his home. Your his shirt is barely hanging off of your shoulders, revealing your achy, tired joints to his prying gaze.

You're perfect.

Seeing you like this makes getting Lian to bed a few minutes early absolutely worth it. “Why hello there, Mrs. Harper…” the tease comes out with a low drawl, the corners of his mouth turning up before he lifts his shirt over his head. The muscles in his biceps and abdomen shift and flex slightly as the fabric is removed, revealing various tattoos that he still hasn’t gathered the courage to tell the story of.

If you’re being honest, the sight of your boyfriend undressing almost made you forget his remark. Almost.

“Mrs?” you repeat with an amused huff, the lamp light from your newly decided side of the bed gleaming over half of your face. “I must’ve missed something while you were tucking in Lian… I certainly don’t remember getting married.”

At that, he lets out a soft snicker, throwing his shirt into the small hamper next to his dresser. When you first came over to Roy’s house, you almost expected it to be messy, maybe with random heaps of clothes scattered all over with Lian’s toys. Not that you’d even blame him, of course, especially being the only one to fully provide for a young girl while keeping up his activities outside of his house. To your surprise, however, it’s fairly clean. Well, except for Lian’s room, but most of the toys and coloring books littering her bedroom floor are ones that you’ve bought her over the past couple of months to gain her favor. It worked, of course.

“Maybe you did miss something, my lovely, beautiful, amazing wife…” Roy continues as he makes his way over to your (practically) shared bed and crawling into it. The springs creak and shift slightly beneath his weight, moving to account for his size and mass. He doesn’t stop once he’s gotten into his side of the sheets, however- instead, the redhead crawls over you slightly, resting his hands on each side of your head.