The life of an artist didn't always fit into a normal time slot, even if you'd like to think that sometimes it might. Emilie yawned as she wandered half asleep to her husband's makeshift office, and she found him there, hunched over an in progress design that she was positive would be great or ma be just amazing once he finished it.

"Sweetie, how's that design going?" She nearly slumped down behind him as she was tired and kind of missed late night cuddling; inspiration was coming in waves for her husband lately, and so she'd rarely gotten the chance to actually get a decent night's sleep. Emilie hated going to bed alone as the bed always felt kind of empty and cold.

"It's going well." It was such a soft answer that she almost didn't hear it as she leaned closer and got a sneak peek at a dress that she was pretty sure that she'd be modeling later which wasn't much of a stretch since she was the only model that he had at the moment. They really couldn't afford much at all, especially since Gabriel didn't want or 'need' any helping hands up in his opinion.

They did what they could to get by, "I'm glad. It looks really pretty."

"Thank you." He murmured.

"Do you want to go to bed soon?" Emilie wondered if he ever paused to consider sleep when he was in the moment like this.

"Is it really that late already?" He glanced over at her as if Emilie had the time on her to tell him it.

"I don't know. I slept for a little while, but I couldn't sleep without you." She didn't want to make him feel guilty at all, but she was kind of hoping that he didn't sit in that chair all night and probably end up sore from how uncomfortable it had to get after a while.

"I'll be in bed soon. I'm almost done." Gabriel murmured, and Emilie smiled even though it could be another fifteen minutes or so before he actually crawled to bed.

"I'll be right back." It didn't take long to find her way back to their bedroom and grab the blanket off of their bed as she hurried back to drape it over his shoulders in case he got cold or did fall asleep in the middle of a design. It happened sometimes though Emilie just really hoped that he'd be fine designing for a little longer.

"Emilie, you didn't have to. I'm just finishing up now." Gabriel murmured, "But thank you."

She smiled up at him, "Anything for you. I wish that I could do more though while you're hard at work."

"You do a lot. Without you, I don't think that I'd be here." Something in his deep blue eyes as he turned to her, design finished on the crowded desk, made her feel just so, so loved and appreciated. She wasn't sure that modeling and being his biggest support system really did all that much, but the idea that they were still in this together, that every day they'd keep growing closer, and that their business might one day do really well kept them going.

"R-Really?" Emilie hoped that her voice didn't squeak like a mouse's might, but the surprise and awe left in her voice spelled an almost hopeful disbelief out. She almost didn't want to believe it since it seemed so hard to imagine that her support had meant nearly as much as it had. Emilie still felt unbelievably honored that he considered her as such.

"I love you." Gabriel murmured, and that was answer enough without being a full answer, and so she stepped closer, stood up on her tiptoes, and stole a kiss. It was another late night since Gabriel had an idea that needed to be put down on paper before he forgot it again, and Emilie found herself just glad to be near her husband.

Late nights sometimes were really special.