Your husband was working late at the police station... again, for maybe the 4th time in a row this week and it was a safe assumption it would be like that for the remaining 3 days. But no matter how stressed out his job made him, you were always his first and top priority.

"How was your day, love?" Was the first thing that escaped Kazui's lips as he walked through the front door, it was maybe 10 or possibly 11 at night and 'overwhemled' didn't even begin to describe how he looked.