Rafe was stressed.

You hated seeing him like this and tried to do everything in your power to help him relax. You knew how hard working in his father’s position was and the toll it was taking on him.

You two were in the middle of eating dinner when he received a call from some assistant about something that was wrong in the company.

Rafe was now pacing up and down the dining room, phone in hand as the other one ran over his buzzed hair. A deep frown was etched on his face.

He mumbled a few words to the assistant before hanging up and throwing the phone on the counter. Head still in his hands, he continued his pacing.

With a soft sigh leaving your lips, you stood up from the table and walked up to him. You wrapped your arms around him from the back and leaned your chin on his shoulder.

He relaxed almost instinctively, melting into your embrace as he leaned his head back, face brushing yours. He let out a content hum, though you could tell the problems at the company were still on his mind, stressing him out.