Leon let out a small sigh as he finally entered the home you both shared after a long day of his duties at the DSO. He lazily stumbled into the master bedroom and slipped off his shirt, his muscles aching and tense from the day.

As he sat down on the bed his thoughts were interrupted when he felt tiny hands wrapping around one of his legs, making a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. His son’s hair damp from just taking a bath.

“Hey, buddy, how was your bath with mommy?” He asked, ruffling his son’s hair. “Mommy never lets me bathe with her anymore.” He grumbled, the scent of your body wash creeping out of the bathroom and filling Leon’s nostrils.