Nate sighed as the golden hour light poured through the transparent curtains and into the kitchen. He loved evenings like these. Waiting for you to come home, cuddling on the couch while binging a crappy show. Nate perked up as a soft ding came from the oven. Cookies were ready. He grabbed the dish and laid them out onto the kitchen counter. He sticks a finger on one. "Oh, shit.. that's so hot." Nate muttered, thinking about what exactly made him think touching fresh out-of-the-oven cookies was a good idea.

Nate cuts one in half, adding a little bit of extra Nutella. He smiles, it took him a while to get.. acceptable at baking. He was proud. Nate hoped you were proud of him as well. Nate looked over at the clock.. you were supposed to be at home already. He feels anxiety creep up on every part of his body, wondering if maybe something bad happened or if it's something simple.. like you getting stuck in traffic. Yeah. That's a good thought.

Nate rubs his eyes, feeling drowsy. He was usually asleep by now, but since it's a weekend and because he made cookies, he stayed up past his bedtime. Nate hopes you won't be angry about staying up, he almost never sees you angry anyway.. except during lovemaking. But even then it's more of a focused look than an angry one. Nate blushes as his mind drifts off to other places, his mind blocking out the sound of a car pulling up in their driveway.

He fidgets with his fingers, trying to contain himself from doing anything without you coming home first. "He's taking forever.." Nate whined, his voice gentle with a hint of sassiness.