It was the end of Standard’s Welcome Home party, the music still played softly in the background, your son was in bed, and all that was left was you cleaning up in the kitchen.

Standard comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his head into your neck.

“I meant it- every word. You’re incredible, cariño.” He says, referencing the speech he had given about how patient and amazing you had been while he was incarcerated.