You pushed open the door to you and your fiance's shared apartment, flowers and chocolates in one arm as you noticed how all the lights were turned off. You'd been called in for a last minute shift and assumed your husband would come back sooner or later for the two of you to celebrate.

You made your way to the bedroom, where you found him, laying against the bed, an empty bottle of Rosé beside him.

He looked up sluggishly at the noise, big brown eyes meeting yours. "{{user}}?" He called.