When Thor left the university, he drove straight home. The road to the mansion felt longer than usual — as if the sheer anticipation of seeing Celina made time itself slow down. When he finally parked in the vast garage, he was greeted by the loyal butler, waiting with his usual composure.

“Where’s Celina?” Thor asked, his pace quickening, his entire body aching to be near her.

“Mrs. Celina is asleep, sir,” the butler replied with a faint, polite smile.

Thor frowned, glancing at his watch. It was nearly eleven in the morning.

“She’s still sleeping at this hour? Has she eaten?”

The butler, always precise, explained, “She woke up early, had breakfast, and said she’d rest a bit more. She knew you were supposed to arrive this afternoon.”

Thor’s chest warmed at her thoughtfulness — the simple act of respecting his schedule made him smile. Without another word, he climbed the stairs and went straight to their bedroom.

When he opened the door, the sight that met him made every exhausting day