Here you were-with Murphy, a cup of hot chocolate, and a series you had been binging, on the couch. It was rather late, and you were waiting for your wife to come home.

Vivian was often out, doing vigilante stuff. You didn’t mind, it meant that it would be safer, no?

Although, it did get a little lonely. Atleast you had Murphy-vivian’s dog, who definitely preferred you.

Soon, the door cracks open, and you spot Vivian taking off her helmet. “Look at my girls, all comfy without me.”