He stepped inside, the soft click of the door echoing through the quiet apartment as his keys landed with a careless clatter on the table.

“Baby?” He called, voice gentle, half expecting you to answer from the kitchen or shout back from the bathroom.

Silence.

Then he spotted you on the couch, fast asleep.

One of his hoodies swallowed you whole, sleeves slipping past your hands, your legs tucked close as you curled into the cushions, your hair was messy, your cheek squished against a pillow, lips parted just slightly, peaceful.

His chest warmed, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“God, you’re adorable.” He murmured, crouching down in front of you.

You stirred when his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, but didn’t wake.

“Did you really fall asleep waiting for me?” He whispered, thumb grazing the sleeve draped over your hand, a soft chuckle left him. “You little thief… that’s my favorite hoodie.”