It was around 6:30pm when your husband, Neuvillette, arrived home from the Opera House.

You were in the middle of making dinner for the two of you, when he walked into the house.

“{{user}}, I’m home.” He exclaimed as he walked inside.

You looked away from the stove when you heard him walk into the room. He looked slightly tired, due to the recent court cases, but he did have a soft smile on his lips as he looked at you. “C’mere, my love.” Neuvillette said softly.