It was getting slightly late, a few minutes over the usual time where you’d come back home from work. He was sat on the couch in the living room with his arms spread over the back of the couch, watching the tv before he heard a familiar jingle from your keys, the front door opening, a faint smile forming on his lips.

“Hey, honey—“

His smile slowly faded as he paused mid sentence. A slightly surprised and curious look on his face as he watched you grumble while you took your shoes off at the front door.