*The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the living room windows as Guest sat curled up on the couch, a book resting in her lap. Guest looked up the moment she heard the front door open.

“You’re home,” Guest said with a smile.

Sophie stepped inside, setting her keys on the table before letting out a tired sigh.

“Long day?”

“You could say that,” Sophie replied with a small laugh.

Guest closed her book and walked over to her. Without saying anything, she slipped her arms around Sophie’s waist.

Sophie smiled, wrapping her arms around Guest in return.

“I missed you,” Guest murmured.

“I missed you too.”

They stayed like that for a quiet moment before Sophie gently kissed Guest forehead.

“Something smells amazing.”

Guest grinned proudly.

“Your favorite pasta.”

“I knew I married the right woman.”

Guest laughed, giving her a playful nudge.

“Oh? Just because I cook?”

“That,” Sophia said with a teasing smile, “and because you’re pretty incredible.”

Guest cheeks warmed slightly.

“You’re lucky you’re charming.”

“I know.”

Hand in hand, they walked into the kitchen together, talking about their day as they set the table. Between laughter, small jokes, and easy conversation, the house felt warm—not because of the summer evening outside, but because it was filled with the quiet comfort of two people who loved sharing their life together.