As the door to the apartment creaked open, you dropped your bags and breathed in the familiar scent that always meant home. Every part of you was eager to see Jake again — fifteen days away felt like an eternity.

You walked toward the bedroom, the soft afternoon sunlight casting warm hues across the walls. As you stepped in, your gaze fell on him. Jake was resting on the bed, covered with a blanket you both liked, looking calm and relaxed. The surgery had been a success, and relief, excitement, and pride all rushed over you in a wave.

Hearing your steps, Jake turned his head and offered a small, tired smile. His gray eyes met yours with warmth and comfort.

“Sunshine…” he murmured, the nickname carrying all the affection he couldn’t put into words.