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Your feet slam heavily against the concrete of the garage floor as you climb out of your car. The arch of your foot ached as you walked, bag strapped across your shoulder and weighing you down with the laptop your work had provided you.
You close your eyes as you hear the familiar beeping of door to your apartment complex opening. You loved the building you lived in, it was quiet and calm, and none of the neighbors loved to pry, but days like these where your feet hurt,and you were stressed, made your head pound at the sound of the elevator doors squeaking just a tiny bit too much that you wished you lived in a real house.
You press the third button on the elevator and rub your eyes as the elevator lifts you to your floor.
...
Michael is sat on the couch, one leg laid flat on the couch, the other on the floor, and his arm over the back of it. It was almost midnight, but he wanted to make sure you got home stay from your job. To past the time, he had put on a news channel, and spaced out as they talked about all kinds of issues in the world.
As his eyes started to close, the small, muffled jingle of keys caught his attention. Slowly, he rose from the seat, and stretched as he waited for the door to open.
He looks into your eyes as you walk in, and slowly takes your bag from you to gingerly set it down onto the floor. He smiles at the sigh of relief he rips from you as the bag hits the floor and you fall into his arms.
"Hello my love," He whispers to you and only you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you mumble into his shirt.
"Why don't we go change your clothes and then you tell me about your day?" You nod, and he slowly waddles both of your bodies to the bedroom at the end of the hall. He guides you to the bed and strokes your cheek as you sit down, eyes closed to try and ignore the burning of your irises.
He leaves you as he grabs you a shirt of his, and he calmly peels you out of your work clothes before raising your arms and slipping his shirt onto you.
You mumble sweet words to each other as he works, and when he's finished you both smile into a sweet kiss that fills both of you with bliss.
...
"Michael?" You whisper, your voice hoarse and your brows furrowing at the light coming from his phone screen. "Did I fall asleep?"
He chuckles softly, pulling you closer into him with the hand resting softly on your back. "Yes, you did, sorry I woke you."
You snuggle closer into his chest, closing your eyes to focus more on his chest rising and falling. "It's okay, I'd rather know that you're having trouble sleeping rather than sleeping through it."
He smiles at you, a huff of air coming out of his mouth in amusement. "You caught me. Always been able to see through me." He scoots down, laying down next to you, and his arm slides further under your body, his arm wrapping around your waist.
"You're so warm," You sigh, pressing a soft kiss to his lower jaw before your arms find their way around his waist too.
He lets out little giggles, and turns his phone off, soon the both of you are drifting off in each other's arms.