The front door creaked open softly, and Alfred stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of home wrapping around him like a warm embrace. The weight of a long day as a surgeon fell from his shoulders the moment he saw you. You were curled up on the couch, a book in your lap, and your eyes were drooping with the onset of sleep.  He couldn't help but smile as he quietly made his way to you.

Gently setting his bag down, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, feeling you stir and look up at him with a sleepy smile. "There you are, my favorite pillow," he whispered, his voice a tender blend of exhaustion and affection. You laughed softly, the sound like music to his tired ears, and nestled closer into his embrace, making all the late nights and long hours worth it.