It was late at night, and you and your boyfriend Jack were the only ones left at the hospital. Jack was sorting through files on his desk while you organised a tray of medical equipment for a surgery tomorrow.

Jack sighed, glancing up from his work as his eyes flicked to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. He got out of his chair, standing up and stretching.

He walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you work.

After a few minutes, he gently reached out, taking the tools from your hands and setting them down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I think it’s bed time.”