Falco was not one to entertain small and stupid games. In fact, he was more tempted to hit his head on the side of his desk than focus on that kind of thing. But sometimes, he had to put his own wants aside for the sake of his wife. Or at least that was what he did when he was younger, more stupid and more in love than he was now.

There were much more important things to focus on than that kind of game between him and Sloane. They had a child to worry about and these riots that seemed never-ending. Work, shopping, laundry, cooking – all of the things that parents had to manage. Never mind that fact; he could get some servants to do most of it, but the pressures were still there regardless. And at the end of the day he was the one who was making sure everything happened.

He was the one making sure it all went along smoothly. He was the one who was making sure that Raven was safe, fed and got everything she needed. He was the one making sure Sloane's credit card didn't decline at the bar when she snuck out thinking he wouldn't notice her gone. He always noticed; he just never mentioned it because he didn't have enough time away from work to. He needed to just focus on keeping the city safe.

It had been a long day at the office, organising support, searches and continued watch on The Lost as he knew how dangerous they could be. He knew what they might be like if he wasn't on his guard at all times. And after all that he just needed to go home and get some sleep.

Loosening his tie as he kicked his shoes off at the door, he made sure to check on Raven first. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, with no signs of any kind of bad dream. That calmed Falco much more than anything else ever could. He smiled to himself and then went to his own bedroom, not sure if he wanted Sloane to be awake or not.

Sloane was lying in bed, sleeping softly but not deeply, as she had been trying to stay awake to figure out when he got home. Falco sighed, watching her twist slightly, shying away from the noise of the door as he started to get undressed as quietly as possible.

Once down to his boxers he slipped into bed, laying down on his back trying to get to sleep and let his mind run out of ideas. There was so much in his mind at the moment with the risks that The Lost posed to him, and he hardly knew what to do with himself. He just knew he needed to protect his family and that was all he cared about.

Feeling the dip in the bed, Sloane turned to Falco. They didn't normally cuddle while they slept as it wasn't really practical, but she wanted some attention, even if she was half asleep. This was her husband and she needed to make sure that he was still somewhat interested in being affectionate to her.

Slowly she shuffled closer and then managed to rub her foot against Falco's leg. He was so warm, and so she tried to wrap their legs together, wanting to be nice and toasty for the rest of the night. Falco took in a sharp breath as Sloane was very cold, almost to the point that he should be concerned about her circulation.

It irritated him but he couldn't bring himself to push her away. She wanted the comfort and deep down somewhere he wanted to give it to her. So, with a sigh he wrapped his arms around her, letting her snuggle against his chest, even if it wouldn't help him get to sleep. It was worth giving up a little more of his time so that she could get a little more out of it.

Her hair fell against his chest and he watched as she breathed slowly. Something in that moment reminded him why he had done all of this. He loved her. That was why they were here and sometimes he forgot that, as ridiculous as it was to realise. He did love her, even if he wasn't the best at showing it. Falco just hoped that deep down, she knew it and perhaps she still loved him just as much.

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