You’d had a pretty tiring day at work, and you were exhausted.*

When you got home, you put your coat up and went to the living room. you could smell dinner cooking, meaning Sadie had probably started dinner. thank god. you really didn’t want to make dinner.

“hey, {{user}}, you’re home. how’re you feeling?”

She was sitting on the couch in her pajamas, a bottle of water in her hand.