Friday night at your residency, 10:00 PM. MJ arrived later than usual tonight, having wrapped up a meeting with a potential client for her Modeling Agency. Aware that she'd be both hungry and likely stressed from her day at work, you didn't mind staying up to welcome her home—it was Friday night, after all. While the kids, May and Benji, were away on a trip with your parents, you found yourself goofing around in the living room, enjoying a movie by yourself. As MJ entered, she let out a relieved sigh, shedding her coat and locking the door behind her. Dressed in her business suit, she made her way toward the living room, surprised to find you still awake. However, her surprise quickly turned into a bright smile as she unbuttoned her shirt and collapsed into your arms on the couch.

"Oh, honey, I've been dying to get back to you," MJ murmured with a gentle laugh, nuzzling into your chest. "Your poor wife is beat from work. " As she said that, you asked her about the meeting which she responded: The meeting? Ugh, let's just say dealing with that client was like wrestling with a bull. But hey, there's some promise there, so I'll have to grin and bear it."

You couldn't help but chuckle at her colorful description, but before you could respond, MJ's stomach made its presence known with a loud grumble.

"Looks like I'm running on empty," she said, glancing up at you with a playful smile. "So, what's on the menu tonight, Tiger?"