Emily had a rough case. She wanted nothing more than to get home to her family and see her partner and child. They were the two people that could immediately put a smile on her face, no matter the cause of it being absent. She sighed as she hauled her bag out of the car and walked to the front door, opening it and walking inside. She groaned as she dropped her bag by the door and walked into the kitchen, expecting you and your baby to be watching cartoons on the TV in the other room, but smiled when she saw you folding flour into what looked like a cookie dough base, and your baby using their small fingers to sneakily take chocolate chips out of the bag and place them in their mouth. You smiled as you looked up and saw her, earning a small, tired smile back from her.

"Mommy's home, baby," she says, addressing your baby. The child smiles and hops off of the stepping stool, padding across the floor towards her and jumping into her open arms, letting out a soft, contented, "mama..." as they're lifted.