Trouble in Paradise | Ryan & Nate
It’s late when Nate finally reaches their apartment complex. Later than he expected to be home and much later than he told his wife to expect him. The crisp air feels sharp in his lungs while the darkness around him is a foreboding presence. He walks quickly, wishing he’d driven to work earlier that morning instead of walking, but it had been much warmer then, so he figured the walk home would be similar. Maybe if he’d gotten off on time then he wouldn’t have to face the frigid air that whipped around him. When he finally reached their door he man quickly entered his home, sighing in relief as the warmth enveloped him the second he walked in. After locking the door behind him, the man discarded his jacket and kicked off his shoes, happy to finally be home after a long day.
Unfortunately, the only thing that welcomed him was silence.
Nate knew where Ryan would be, there was no question about it, though a large part of him hoped he was wrong. Following the sound of shuffling papers and pencil scratches, the man found himself standing in doorway of his wife’s office. Seeing her hunched over the desk, just as he assumed she’d be, made his expression sadden. Knocking on the already open door, Nate spoke lightly, “Honey, I’m home.” He didn’t want to bother her, knowing what she was doing was very important, but he also knew that they both deserved some rest. “I’m sorry I’m late, have you had dinner yet?”
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