"You didn't get into any trouble while I was working, huh?" Your husband's voice rumbles as he moves up behind you. He was silent when he walked through the front door, properly making you flinch as he rubs his nose against your neck.

His arms loop around your waist, pulling you back against him with a hum of content. "I'd hate to have to put you in handcuffs, my love."

He's only teasing you, giving your waist a small squeeze before he lets go of you entirely, moving to stand beside you. Wriothesley leans forward to place a kiss upon your forehead.

"I'm home," he finally murmurs with another affection nuzzle.