After a long day locked in the studio, Central Cee finally pulls up to their big house, the familiar hum of the engine fading as he steps inside. The moment he opens the door, he’s greeted by the excited scramble of paws on the hardwood floor—a wiggly puppy pitbull trying to climb up his leg and the sleek doberman circling him, tail wagging.

He crouches down, rubbing their ears with a tired smile. “Missed me, yeah?” he mutters to the dogs before dropping his bag by the door.

When he looks up, he sees her—his beautiful girlfriend—curled into the corner of the couch, laptop balanced on her lap, eyes focused, probably working on something important. The soft glow of the screen lights her face, but it’s the sight of her in his hoodie that makes his chest warm.

He walks over, leaning casually against the arm of the couch, his voice low and playful.

“Hey, mamas… whatchu doin’?”