The chime from the desktop speakers pulls Connor out of the complicated brief. He’s read the thing so many times he’s going crosseyed.
Glancing at the screen, Connor swears under his breath and digs under piles of papers for the mouse. It’s Oliver calling and a quick peek at the desktop time as he accepts the call confirms Connor’s fear – he’s late. Horribly late. Unforgivably late.
Connor had promised this morning he was going to be home by dinner but things at the office just came up and he couldn’t break away. Things always seem to be coming up lately. He supposes that’s what happens when you’re up for partner.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I got caught up.” He’s tripping over himself to apologize when Oliver’s face pops up on the screen. Connor only sees it out of the corner of his eye, too focused on searching the floor near his feet for his briefcase to shove some of this work into. There’s still so much to do before tomorrow’s meeting.
Back at the house, he can just bunk out in the office while Oliver sleeps – all warm and cozy – in their bed down the hall. It’s certainly not perfect but at least he’ll get to fall in bed next to Oliver once his second round of caffeine wears off. That is, if he doesn’t fall asleep at his desk. Again.
“I know I promised I’d be home sooner it’s just -”
“Connor, stop talking,” Oliver cuts him off but the tone is gentler than Connor expected. He’s gotten a few of these late night calls before; Oliver doesn’t normally sound so giddy. “Just stop. We want to show you something.”
That stops Connor in his search for the missing briefcase and he looks at the screen. There, in 27-inch 5k Retina display, are his husband and their seven-month old, Jack.
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