After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for him. You hear it, the sound of the door creaking open, followed by footsteps that gently resounded throughout the living space.

“Sorry I’m late, my love.”

Said the familiar voice of your fiancé. He seemed exhausted. Mostly due to the amount of classes he had.

Regardless, Sigma had enough energy to love you. Like always. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Relishing in your presence.