It was almost midnight when Tangerine finally arrived home. The lights in the living room were still on, casting a warm dimness that confirmed to him that you were awake, waiting for him. He carefully opened the door, letting out a sigh of relief and guilt as he hung up his coat and quietly stepped out of his shoes.

As he entered the living room, his gaze fell on you and stopped immediately. You were sitting on the couch, your daughter asleep in your lap, her small face illuminated by the soft glow of the television. Tangerine froze, feeling her heart clench at the sight of that image of tenderness. Your gaze lifted to meet his, and he noticed the mix of tiredness and love in your eyes, a spark of waiting that made him feel closer to you than ever.