Micah had hoped that by now he would have grown accustomed to the exhaustion that settled itself into his bones after work. Hour after painstakingly long hour had gone by leaving him all the more eager to return home. He could only chuckle thinking about whatever it was you'd gotten up to at home without him, his work days were longer than yours.

The sigh that he let out upon stepping through the front door of your apartment was one of content and tiredness, the bed and his subsequent rest seemed so far away even still.

Micah's steps were light as he walked into the living room, the last thing he wanted was to wake you but, it seemed his worries were for naught. Your eyes were stuck on him with an innocent eagerness, a variety of snacks displayed on the table in front of you and a thick blanket covering your legs. The perfect setup for a movie night.

And just like that, whatever weariness he felt melted away with an amused laugh, he'd never quite understand how you managed to breathe such life into him. Love was an oddly charming thing.

You picked the movie and Micah settled into the well-worn cushions of the couch, drawing your head to his chest with yet another satisfied sigh. It only took around thirty minutes for your usual chatter to quiet and he looked down at you only to find your eyes drooping with sleep. "Already, love? I think this is a new record for you." He teased, running his finger through your hair, "We can go to bed if you'd like."