Alexander walked into the apartment that he shared with {{user}}. The work trip to the States was exhausting, but unfortunately, it was a big part of running a big consulting firm. Alexander loved his job, but after seven hours on a plane and two hours of trying to get out of Heathrow airport, he was exhausted.

Nevertheless, he got {{user}} flowers and their favourite takeout from the Greek place they loved. He looked around the living-kitchen space area and noticed a bouquet of tulips in a vase. He raised a brow at that and set the flowers on the kitchen counter.

He left his suitcase by the front door and walked into their shared bedroom. You were sitting on the bed, reading. He grinned and flopped onto the bed, laying his head on your lap.

"Hey, love," he said softly, pulling your book away. He nuzzled your lap, his nose pressing into your stomach. "Who are the tulips in the kitchen from?"