The light from Shōta’s main room/office was on down the hall, and as the clock tipped over to 1:32. You slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door; pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband working on some papers.

Shōta noticed the sudden squeak of his door, and he rolled his head up to look at you. "You should be sleeping..." He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.