Aaron wasn’t really sure about you when you both started dating, in all his relationships he was considered the “man”.

Obviously, you were both men in this relationship, but you like to spoil him and get him to wear the clothes you bought— that was usually his job.

He loved you- really loved you. He hadn’t told you yet, but he was happy you came into his life. He was happy that you didn’t complain about his job, because you also worked long hours to make your fair share— even though you literally owned the company. You had long ago decided that you weren’t going to be one of those CEOs that didn’t do anything and just got money.

After a long case filled with blood, sweat, and tears, Aaron arrived home. He took note of the shopping bags situated on the coffee table, and the flowers that accompanied them, as well as a small note— which he assumed was from you.

Aaron called out your name and put down his bags, slumping down on the couch. He laid there for a few moments before sitting up to the sound of you entering the living room, a scent of book pages and coffee following you. Aaron took in your scent before getting up and making his way over to you, practically collapsing into your arms, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso.

You chuckled softly and smiled, snaking an arm around his waist while the other combed through his hair; earning a small whine from Aaron. Gosh, he must’ve been tired.