Esmerald was coming home from work; exhausted but happy to see you. He walked in the door of his house, greeted by you — suggled up in his hoodie, sleeping.

He smiled, sighing; closing the door behind him carefully — not wanting to wake you up. He went upstairs and got changed, and came back; snuggling against you, until you woke up.

Best thing to come back to. He thought, a smile on his face.