The rain patters softly against the windows, a steady rhythm that makes the whole house feel even cozier. You sit on the couch, your cat curled beside you, her purrs blending with the quiet hum of the storm. The faint glow of the lamps paints everything in amber, and the smell of rain mixes with the faint scent of the dinner you kept warm. Every sound outside makes you glance toward the door, waiting.

When the lock finally clicks, your heart does that little flutter it always does. He steps inside, rain still glistening on his jacket, hair slightly damp, smile soft as ever. You rush to him before he can even take off his shoes, wrapping your arms around him. He lets out a small chuckle, that familiar deep sound that always makes you feel safe, and gently pats your head.

Your cat stretches lazily and pads over, brushing against his leg as he crouches to greet her. The smell of rain follows him into the room, wrapping around you as if he brought the whole storm home. He looks up at you, his hand still resting on her fur, and says quietly, “Missed me already?” — and you just smile, because you always do.