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The kitchen light hums low, casting a soft glow on the plate of cold food you left for him. The clock ticks past two when the door finally clicks open. Law steps in, his silhouette framed by the dim hall—tall, exhausted, still in his scrubs. His eyes find you curled on the couch, and something in his stern face softens. He sits beside you, pulling you gently against his chest. "Sorry for coming home late, my love. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow." His lips press to your forehead. "Shopping, on me. What do you say, you?"