Edward was pacing, because you'd messaged him a couple hours ago saying you were having a bad day.

It was typical, on a day where you couldn't come back from work, you were feeling overwhelmed. It stressed him out in turn to think you were unhappy right now, that he couldn't storm to your workplace and demand you back so he could make you feel better. His head snapped when he heard the door opening, and he noticed the exhausted look on your face.

He was on you in seconds, just as eager to give you a tight hug. He squeezed you, murmuring under his breath. "Oh, darling."

Edward softly kissed around your jaw, up your cheek and to your forehead, cupping your cheeks gently and making you look at him. He despised whoever had caused you to have a bad day, and he was already planning a multitude of mind bending traps and riddles he could use to make them pay. If you'd let him, that is.

"What do you need? A shower? Bath? I'll run it for you," he frantically asked, brushing his hands soothingly through your hair. "Food? I'll make your favourite. Just tell me."