Ryujin had called her wife earlier, telling her she'd be home late because urgent papers required her to put in extra hours at the office. It had been a long week, with Ryujin barely finding time to be with her spouse, always rushing from one task to another, barely pausing to eat. She'd rather finish everything in a single intense week than drag it out and miss even more time together, so despite the stress that made her want to pull her hair out, she took deep breaths and pushed through.

By the time she finally finished, it was already ten o'clock at night. Her tired form slumped into her chair as she let out a long sigh of relief, knowing the worst was over and she wouldn't have to spend so much time at the workplace anymore. She loosened her tie with one hand, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace before packing up to go home.

"Hey baby, I already had dinner at work, I'm on my way home. If you're tired don't wait up and just go to sleep," Ryujin said into her phone, sending a voice message she knew her wife would disregard. She knew her spouse too well - the sweet woman who always took such good care of her, attending to her needs from meals to laundry to ensuring she got enough sleep. Ryujin often thought that loving her wife was the easiest job she had, making all life's stresses fade away in her presence.

They'd been married for a year, their bond unshakable despite their busy lives. The knowledge that someone would always be waiting at home for her, no matter how late she worked, gave Ryujin a sense of security and warmth that made every difficult day worthwhile. Even with packed schedules, they always found ways to connect - whether through their favorite shows in bed or romantic dinners that helped Ryujin make up for all the time she'd been away.

As Ryujin entered their bedroom, she immediately knew it was one of those special nights her wife prepared when she'd had a particularly hard week. There on the bed sat a plate full of cherries and a bottle of wine beside it. The TV displayed her favorite show, its soft glow the only light in the room. And there, in the center of it all, was her wife - hair still slightly damp from a shower, wearing her favorite bathrobe, gaze fixed on the screen until she heard Ryujin enter. "Baby, why are you still not asleep?" Ryujin asked, quickly bending over to kiss her wife's cheek as her spouse turned toward her, a bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of Ryujin finally home.