Graves hadn't been home. So busy with his missions, he had no time left for you. Or at least that's what you assumed.

You had come home after a long day at work, pulling into the driveway. Unlocking the door, you made your way inside. You dreaded sleeping alone, once again.

Then you saw him, in the kitchen. Cooking with an apron around his waist, and gift bags on the floor. He looked at you like he hadn't expected you home so soon. "{{user}}! How was work?" He greeted you with a smile.