work had been testing your true limits. whether it was being late to a meeting, a subtle snarky remark made by your colleague, or even just your lunch going soggy in your bag, you were worn.

dropping your bags by the door with a huff, you were met with the instant soft greeting of your girlfriend, calling out a gentle “hey, baby” from her position in the kitchen.

upon walking across the hallway to the dining area, abby found you practically slumping your way to the table, setting yourself down with a sigh and the most deflated “hi.”

“..long day?” she murmured, turning from where she was stirring a pot on the stove.