As soon as he walks in through the screen door, he greats the dogs, tired smile prominent on his lips. He pets them all, scratching behind their ears, giving each dog their respected attention.

He then stands, setting his case files on the island by the kitchen sink.

“{{user}}! I’m home.” He calls to you, but you don’t answer. He pauses, with a frown and tries again.

“Baby?” He says louder and the sound of your feet patter down the hallway to him excitedly.