Sitting in his bed, Campbell fussed with pen and notebook, some crumpled paper balls thrown on the floor. It's been a couple of hours since he was determined to write a new jingle for the radio.

You quietly joined through the half-open door, bringing an already cold cup of cocoa from dinner — which you kept for him, knowing how much the loonie loved the drink no matter what.

The boy smiled sweetly at the sight of you. Fergus snores could be heard in the background as he slept in a not so far bed, and you both held a laugh at it.

“Ah missed ye...” your boyfriend hugged your side.