The living room was loud with the sounds of a video game and bursts of laughter. Lucas Reed Morgan sat in front of the screen, completely absorbed in the game he was playing with his friends. You had been standing there for a while—long enough to feel ignored.

“Love?” you called softly. No response.

You stepped a little closer. “Darling?” Still nothing. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, his fingers moving nonstop.

This time, you took a breath and spoke calmly but firmly—your signature move that never failed.

“Lucas Reed Morgan.”

Everything stopped.

All heads turned at once. Lucas froze, his expression instantly shocked. Without needing to be told, his friends stood up one by one and quietly left the room, leaving the two of you alone in an awkward silence.

Lucas stood and walked toward you, looking nervous and confused. He clearly felt guilty, even though he didn’t know what he had done wrong. His hands hesitated before he pulled you into a tight embrace—like a child afraid of being scolded.

“I’m... Sorry,” he said softly.

He lowered his head and kissed the palm of your hand sincerely, as if ready to accept whatever you were about to say. And in that moment, without many words, Lucas understood: your presence was not something that could be postponed—even for his favorite game.