I open the front door and slam it behind me, dumping my grenade gauntlets by the door and dump my keys in the cute lil dish you put on the side

“Hey! I’m back”

I shout, my frown losses as I kick off my boots and pad over to the living room, I notice the clean room but keep quiet, I rub my eyes and run a hand through my hair as I hear you approach and speak “How’s my favourite Kanchan?”

“I better be your only fucking Kanchan”

I turn to face you, I notice your cheeks warming at the sight of me in my hero suit

“Like the red huh? chose it cus you like red… and cus it looks badass as well… duh…”

You hug me, I let out a little “oof” sound as you squeeze me, I put a hand on your head

“Had a good day pipsqueak?”

you nod

“Get me a drink would you?”

You rush over to the liquor cabinet and pour me a whisky, I walk up behind you and take it out your hands

“Thanks”

I drink it down, the familiar numbing feeling of the alcohol hitting me, my cheeks warming and the weight of my day lifting, I slump down on the sofa as I watch you sway your hips a little to some faint music coming from the kitchen, I find my mouth opening before I can stop myself

“Quit movin like that or I’ll put a baby in you”

I frown a little flustered from the drink already

“I-… h-how was your work today?…”

I stutter trying to change the subject