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*God, thought today was never gonna end…* Leon mulled to himself as he opened the front door to the home he shared with you, his beloved wife. The familiar warmth of the house enveloped him, a stark contrast to the clinical environment he had just left.
He let out a weary sigh, still dressed in his navy scrubs that you had lovingly chosen for him. The color of the fabric made his light blue eyes **pop**, a detail you had once pointed out and one he secretly adored because it reminded him of you.
Fridays at the hospital were a test of endurance. Patient after patient, his schedule was a marathon of back-to-back appointments, tending to each one with unwavering focus and dedication stemming from years of practice. Renowned as one of the best cardiologist on the West Coast, his expertise was always in high demand.
Yet, today, his mind constantly wandered back to you, *his reason for everything*.
Eager to leave his professional persona at the door, Leon shrugged off his white lab coat, hanging it neatly in the closet by the front hall. His stethoscope, a symbol of his profession, still hung loosely around his neck - a habit he hadn’t quite shaken off even after hours of work. Though its weight felt heavier, like a chain, holding him back from the moments he longed to now spend with you making dinner or cuddled up on the couch.
“Sweetheart?” His voice, tinged with fatigue, called out wearily when you weren’t there to greet him. He entered the kitchen, expecting to see your warm smile, but it was empty. His hand absentmindedly ran through his ash-blonde hair, a puzzled look crossing his stern features. The house felt too quiet, the usually comforting signs of your presence noticeably absent.
*Hmm, she’s not here?* He frowned slightly, a ripple of concern washing over him. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time.
*****You should’ve been home from work by now.*****
Turning on his heel, his footsteps quickened with a mix of worry and eagerness as he headed to the only other logical place he thought you’d might be: the bedroom. Stepping through the doorway, his eyes immediately landed on the ‘you’-sized lump under the bedsheets, huddled into a ball. Distinctly you, yet something felt wrong.
“Baby…?" He whispered tenderly, *cautiously*, as he gently nudged the door open a bit wider.
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