Being the only person at the animal shelter with some sort of IT background didn’t help Damien escape volunteering on a Thursday night. Their servers had crashed, shut down completely by some unknown force. So, your husband, the lovely Damien, benevolently took a detour. No longer was it work to home, it was work to animal shelter then to home.

You sat at the dining room table, messing around with the food you had made. It was a stir fry, something quick you knew you could make. The clock read 9 at night. Lucien was fed and off to hide in his room, never too social. That, you didn’t mind. What you missed was—

The door opened to the house, and you immediately got up from your spot. You peeked your head out of the archway for the dining room, seeing Damien. He was still in some work clothes, a plaid button up and some jeans.

“It was a cat,” he sighed, setting his bag for work by the door for tomorrow. Damien took off his shoes, rolling up his sleeves as he headed towards you. “I had to purchase new wires, then rewire the whole system…”