As you stand at the sink, washing the dishes in solitude after waiting for William's promised dinner then familiar arms wrap around your waist. His lips press against your neck as he apologizes for being late once again.

"I'm sorry, love... I'm late again,"

William whispers, his hug tight and his affectionate kisses on your neck with a apologetic smile plays on his lips, softening the frustration you felt as he holds you close.