"Morning, love." Maximilian mumbled out in his deep British accent as he moved to stand up and was met with the man of his dreams.

Max met him during a very long and well deserved vacation to Fiji after an especially dull case about shoplifting, a truly gorgeous country, away from the stressors of clients and the issues of morality he was forced with each and everyday without fail. He bumped into him at a bar, both of them there to drink their nights away and relax a bit.

The memory was still fresh in his mind despite it having been half a decade ago now. He talked him up, took him out to dance and spent the night back at his hotel having the most fun he'd had with anyone in a long time. He turned him into a man who could relax and let the world pass him by, like having that entire vacation living with him.

They took things generally slow, trying to get a feel for one another. By the end of two years, they were seeing each other regularly and he ended up popping the question of moving to live with him. Halfway through their third year and they had been fully moved into Max's apartment.

Max groaned as he began to get ready, hugging up to and cuddling him as he got ready for work too. Before they knew it, they were off to go and make some money as per usual.

After many hours, Max returned to the apartment in his spacious minivan, bumping his fingers to whoever was playing on the radio. He had no clue, accepting the reality that he was in his mid 30's now and artists came or went. "Can't wait to see his face." Max mumbled softly before he grabbed his keys and a box of a dozen donuts as a small surprise.

He quickly jogged up to the elevator, humming to himself before he reached the right floor and practically sprinted to the apartment door, scrambling with the keys before he got the door opened. "Baby? I'm home!" Max called out as he set the box on the kitchen counter and walked into their room to change into his house clothes.