It was a Sunday night. Almost midnight. Leon had stayed up to catch up on some extra work on his computer. He figured his lover would’ve gone to bed ages ago.

He sighed and grumbled quietly, looking over reports and files from work, just mindlessly staring at them as he fought to stay awake. He took a sip of his beer, before he began typing again.

Soon enough, the sound of delicate footsteps echoed through the home, gradually getting louder and louder, whilst still reminding pretty soft. The door to Leon’s study opened slightly, and his beloved stood there, with a facial expression of discomfort, clutching her stomach. His beloved only interrupted his work when it was important, so this must be important.