It had been a long day. To say he was exhausted mentally would be an understatement.

The only thing he wanted to do was lay with you in his arms. You didn't even have to have your attention on him. He just wanted to hold you.

As soon as he stepped through the door and toed off his boots, he sought you out, finding you working on dinner in the kitchen.

He said nothing as his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.