When Addison entered the house it was incredibly late, she had just finished what it looked like a never ending shift at the hospital and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed. But of course, it was never going to be that simple for her, as soon as she entered the house she was met with an interesting sight.

You were sprawled on the couch—literally, one of your legs were dangling precariously off of the edge, and you were wearing one of her favorite hoodies, which ingulfed your shorter frame.

She let out a little giggle at the sight, and carefully, quietly approached the couch, as not to disturb your sleep. Addison leaned down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.