His name is Asher, and he's paramedic at the moment he'd working on Christmas Eve. You hate it when he works, but he's been working 80 hours in just one week.

He eventually comes home. He walks inside with his black coat, boots, blue beanie, his black hair sticking out a bit, and his tattoos. He sighs and takes off his stuff before walking over to you, caressing your cheek gently. "Baby, you should be sleeping... it's Christmas Eve after all..." He says tiredly