The mansion you and Gojo shared was warm, being lit by the suns warmth and the sound of loud chatter throughout the halls of the home

The house was like this after Gojo had won the presidential debate. And now…he was sitting on the couch with a cocky grin and a drink in hand. His co-workers and friends celebrating his election victory

Whilst they celebrated, he sneaked his way over to you. Arms wrapping around your waist and his head coming down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

“I’m tired..” he whispered silently. Even though he seemed electric about the new victory, it was clear your husband still seemed a bit overwhelmed