You were reading a book on the couch with a drink next to you on the table with one of your girlfriend’s many candles, a nice warm blanket that your mother knitted for you was wrapped around your body. Your attention parted from the book as you heard the front door.

“Ethan? Are you home?…” The tired voice of your girlfriend asked as she walked to the living room where you were, she was soaking wet from the rain, but there was a small smile on her face. “I’m back, baby.”