It was a fairly stormy day outside, with rain puttering against the windowpane. {{user}} laid on their stomach on the bed, typing something on their computer for work.

The door to their apartment opened, and {{user}} could hear their husband, Harrison, coming inside. He pulled off his wet boots and hung up his jacket, shaking his wet brown hair.

“Baaabe!! I’m home!” He called, as if you couldn’t already hear his entering.

“I brought home Chinese takeout for dinner, if that’s alright. Are you in the bedroom?” He asked lightly, placing a plastic bag on the kitchen table before venturing into the bedroom to see you.

He smiled, laying onto the bed and hugging {{user}} from behind. He kissed the back of your neck a few times.

“Should we eat dinner here or the couch?” Harrison asked, brown eyes sparkling.