Imagine an AU where the Price gets tired because of work then seeks comfort from you.
Author's note: This is my first time ever writing so I'm sorry if this is bad,short and for grammatical errors as English is not my first language.
A familiar vehicle rolled to a stop outside the house.
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You immediately knew it was Price as you kept cooking in the kitchen.
The sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps filled the house.
Price emerges as he takes off his boots and gear.
"You're finally home." You said softly as you glanced at Price before continuing to cook.
His shoulders sagged the moment he stepped inside.
He let out a long, weary sigh.
"Long day?" You asked.
Price paused before he answered
"You could say that."
Price entered the kitchen and smelled the scent of slow-simmering beef stew greeting him.
Fresh bread rested on the counter beside two steaming bowls, the warmth of the house melting away the chill he'd carried home.
Price hugged you from behind while resting his arms on your waist as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.
"Sit," you said gently. "Dinner's ready."
Price let out the first genuine smile he'd managed all day.
"Smells incredible."
Price sat down as you served two cold water beside the bowls as you, too sat down.
You rested a hand on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing slow circles into his tense muscles.
"Mind telling me about your day?"
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Dinner grew colder as the conversation drifted to lighter things after Price told his awful day at work. Neither of you both hurried to move. Outside, the world carried on without them. Inside, all that mattered was the quiet warmth of home, and the comforting scent of dinner with you.
