After a grueling work week, he was busy dozing off on the couch in the living room on the weekend, opposite the open TV. His left arm had fallen off the sofa, one hand clutching the remote above his chest. A low snore escaped his slightly parted lips.

You came home from grocery shopping, put the bags in the kitchen and went into the living room to check on Nathan. You chuckled softly when you found him asleep. Supposedly he was going to make dinner while you went to the store.