Chapter 1: Routine

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Moxxie slammed his hand down on the nightstand beside him, too tired to lift his head from the pillow and try to actually shut his phone alarm off. He missed. He missed again, and again, and again, until on his fifth try he finally brought his palm down on his phone, the incessant beeping stopping. He groaned, grabbed his pillow and stuffed it over his face before losing his energy and letting it fall off to the side. He felt the change in pressure on his right side as Millie sat up, heard her muffled yawn, and felt the sensation of her soft hand shaking his arm.

"Wake up, hubby."

Moxxie groaned again, louder. As he tried to open his eyelids, he felt the equally strong force of fatigue pulling them shut again. He was ready to resign himself to the warm, comfy embrace of unconsciousness when Millie shook his arm again, this time with more force.

"Mox. Hun. We've gotta get up."

"Ugh… screw work… screw Blitz… sleep in with my Millie instead…"

He heard Millie's giggle – that cute giggle that made his heart melt – and he felt her plant a kiss on his forehead. Like in that one human fairy tale, the kiss of his one true love gave him the strength to finally win out over the incessant pull of sleep. He blinked a few times, his wife's smiling face only a few inches above him. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen – just like every other time he looked at her. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around her neck, pulling her down for a deep, passionate kiss.

"Mmh… Mox…" Millie managed to get out after about a minute of passionate making out, out of breath and trying to avoid Moxxie's advances for the sake of keeping up her momentum. "We've gotta get up, baby." Moxxie moaned in desperation and tried to reach for her as she got off the bed and sauntered out of the room, giggling at his desperation to just hibernate with his beautiful wife all day. Moxxie lowered his head in disappointment, pouting and wishing that his desire would not be fulfilled. At least, not today. Maybe this coming weekend, when they were both off work?

Yeah. Pillows, lots of snacks and movies, just the two of them without any distractions… that'd be fantastic.

Of course, he had to actually get through one more day of work, and that unfortunately required him to leave the warm, fuzzy sanctuary of his bed. Moxxie sat up, swung his legs over to the side of the bed, letting his feet dangle off the side, and stretched his torso upwards, his arms reaching as high as they could while he let out a massive yawn.

Setting his feet down on the ground, Moxxie trudged his way over to the door, his legs moving in uneven steps, his mind still foggy with half-remembered dreams. As he nudged open the door out to the hallway, he heard the familiar sizzling of eggs and bacon from the kitchen, smelled those wonderful fragrances making their way to his nostrils. If he were in some sort of wacky cartoon world, he'd be floating over to the kitchen, following the heavenly scent.

Unfortunately, his little legs were all that could carry him, and carry him they did, in an uneven beat as he felt his blood slowly returning to them. He rounded the corner, and there she was: the love of his life, her back turned to him, still in her pajamas and whistling an old tune while she cooked breakfast for the two of them.

How did he get so lucky?

Moxxie came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and nuzzled into her neck. She giggled again, and all it did was make him want to kiss her over, and over, and over, and over again.

"Mornin' sleepyhead!"

"Morning to you, too, babe."

Moxxie mounted his head on her shoulder and watched her cook for a while. He'd help, but he knew that he would burn something in his sleepy stupor. Instead, he opted to observe his wife's handiwork, marveling at how she knew exactly what he loved: a dash of cheese and milk in his eggs, softening them up and giving them more fluff; the bacon not floppy, but not too crispy either.

He kissed her one more time on the back of her head and gave her a tight hug before parting, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and pouring himself a nice glass of cold milk. The sun was shining through the kitchen window, illuminating the room and giving everything an ethereal glow—especially Millie, as if Hell itself were giving her a spotlight. Millie turned her head, her shining eyes catching Moxxie's and making him blush furiously.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing… Just watching my beautiful wife being beautiful. As she always is."

Millie turned the stove off, set the spatula down on the counter, sauntered over to her husband, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. Moxxie laid his hands on her waist, sighing with contentment.

"Honey, I was thinking…"

"Oh, now we can't have ya doing that, that's dangerous!"

The two chuckled and nuzzled their foreheads together. "I know, I know," Moxxie responded. "But how about, this weekend—"

"We stay in, laze about and watch some dumb movies?"

Moxxie pulled his head back, widening his eyes in a look of fake surprise. "Hey now, how'd you know that?"

Millie grinned devilishly, snickering. "Clearly I can read minds, silly."

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh! Figured it out last Tuesday."

"Sure thing, hun." He gave her a peck on the forehead, chuckling. "You know me so well, babe."

"Damn right I do."

"So… what do you think?"

Millie pulled back, rubbing her chin and feigning pensiveness. "Hmmm… gettin' to spend the weekend hibernatin' with my adorable husband and no one to interrupt us?" She locked eyes with Moxxie, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "Of course, babe! Why would I ever say no to that?"

They wrapped their arms around each other, pulled each other in, and pressed their lips together, their tongues dancing between them. Their moans filled the kitchen as they enjoyed each other as if they were still newlyweds and on their honeymoon. Finally, after about five minutes of this display of pure love, the two of them pulled away from each other, panting and tired.

"I love you, Millie. So, so, so, so much." Each "so" was accentuated by a kiss, making Millie giggle harder with each one.

"Love ya, too, pumpkin. Always and forever." Millie glanced behind her at the unfinished food on the stove. "We should prolly get movin'. I'll get breakfast finished, how about ya go hit the shower?"

"Sounds like a plan, babe." Moxxie gave her one last peck on the lips before wandering out of the kitchen, stealing one last glance at Millie before heading down the hall. He retrieved some clothes from the bedroom closet—his usual getup, consisting of his suit, one of his many bow ties, and his fingerless gloves—and made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his pajamas before turning on the shower and stepping under the stream of hot water.

When he was done cleaning himself, he stepped out, dried himself off, and dressed himself before heading back into the kitchen. Millie had finished breakfast and, as usual, it was immaculately done and presented. The two of them sat together at the kitchen table and devoured this masterpiece of a meal, making eyes at each other as they talked about anything and everything, never once losing interest in the conversation or each other.

"Mind if you get the dishes, babe?" Millie asked as she finished her food, taking her dirty dishes over to the sink. "I gotta shower before we head out."

"Of course! Don't worry about it, take your time."

Millie grinned at him, blew him a kiss, and sauntered out of the kitchen, deliberately accentuating the movement of her hips as she walked to tease her husband. Moxxie was entranced by her; he hated to see her leave, even if only for a few minutes, but loved to watch her go. Hell, he was incredibly tempted to go and join her for some fun, even if he'd already showered earlier. Unfortunately, they were already cutting it a bit close for time as is, and he'd rather they actually got to work relatively on time—even if Blitzo (probably) wouldn't care if they were a little late.

In the meantime, he grabbed a pan off the stove, ran it under hot water and soap, and began scrubbing. As he cleaned each dish, and heard the water rushing through the pipes in the ceiling to the shower, he began whistling one of his new favorite tunes that he'd heard on the radio the other day—of course, in the spirit of supporting fellow talented artists, he'd immediately gone to the nearest music store, bought a physical CD copy of the full album, and listened to the entire thing in one sitting.

A few seconds later, Millie began whistling from the shower, providing a harmony to his melody. Instinctively, Moxxie's grin stretched further, and the sound of their music filled the apartment. It was beautiful, and he was so glad that he and his beautiful wife were so in tune with each other in every conceivable way.

As Moxxie was finishing up with the last of the dishes and putting them away in the cupboard, he heard the water go off in the bathroom and, shortly after, the sound of the hairdryer. He quickly stuffed the rest of the dishes in their respective places in the cabinet, grabbed his phone and the keys to their new company car—courtesy of Blitzo, of course, after spending a substantial amount of money from a well-paying job on a second car and several large horse paintings for his office rather than their salaries—and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Millie to finish getting ready.

She was as stunning as usual when she finally emerged, also dressed in her usual outfit. The two shared a kiss before they went out the door together, hand in hand, ready to face another day together. Hopefully it would at least be a somewhat normal day.

Traffic had been a nightmare, as always, but the couple had spent the entire drive talking—as they usually did—about whatever came to mind; the cars around them, the music on the radio, all the shops they passed by on the way. Boredom was never something they'd have to worry about as long as they were together.

Of course, when they pulled into the parking lot outside of their office building, Blitzo's car was already in one of I.M.P.'s two spots. Somehow, Blitzo had managed to swing another spot right next to their original one so they could fit the new car, and neither Moxxie nor Millie were particularly eager to know the details of how that particular interaction went down. As long as it meant them actually being able to drive to work on their own time, with just the two of them, and without having to share a car with both Blitzo and Loona, they were willing to go along with it.

The two of them got out of the car, locked it, entered the building, and took the elevator up to the I.M.P. office. They sped up their pace as they went down the hall toward the office, eager to avoid any interactions with Verosika's people in the office across the hall, including even being seen or perceived by them. Moxxie remembered the last time he'd talked to them several months ago when they first moved in, and shuddered at how close he'd come to being ravaged by several succubi all at once.

Not because he'd have been left a shell of a man, drained of both his energy and semen. No, Moxxie was more scared of how hurt Millie would've been, and how she would've reacted, namely with a lot of people leaving the building in body bags. He was hers, and only hers. He knew that she would do anything to make sure that everyone fucking understood that.

He grasped the handle to the I.M.P. office door and opened it, waiting for Millie to go through first like the gentleman that he was. He bowed and gestured through the doorway.

"After you, my lady."

"Well now, aren't you just the sweetest?" Millie gave him a kiss on the cheek as she entered, making him giggle and turning his face a brighter red than it already was. He then entered behind her and closed the door shut behind them.

"Took you fuckers long enough to get here," Loona grumbled, not even bothering to look up at the two of them from her phone.

"Morning, Loona!" Millie replied, somehow maintaining her chipper attitude despite Loona's clearly disrespectful tone. This earned her a sarcastic snort from the hellhound, who flipped her long gray hair back before casting a hateful glare towards Moxxie

"What?" Moxxie asked her curtly.

"You, uh, got a little something on your face." She used her free hand to gesture to a spot on her chin. Moxxie rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips.

"Let me guess, it's my double chin," he responded, his voice remaining deadpan.

"Glad you actually looked in a mirror for once, fatty. Though it seems like you're having a little trouble actually, you know, fixing it."

"Oh come on, Loona, I LITERALLY just got here! Can you NOT hold off on this crap for—"

"Woah, woah, chill out, Mox! You're gonna give yourself a heart attack!" Blitzo rushed out into the lobby, placing himself between the smaller imp and his adoptive daughter. "Loonie's just, uh, been having a rough time lately! Right, honey?" Loona turned her icy glare towards him and let out a guttural growl, causing Blitzo to gulp nervously. "I'll, uh, take that as a yes." He slapped a smile back on his face in an instant and wrapped both Moxxie and Millie up in his arms, bringing them both in for a tight bear hug. Loona rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her phone, continuing to scroll through Sinstagram without any regard to the world around her. "M&M! Always great to see you sexy fuckers! How's everything going back on the metaphorical ranch?"

"Oh, just peachy as usual Blitz!" Millie responded. Moxxie could only wheeze out a weak breath, struggling to inhale as his eyes began to bulge out of his skull from how tightly Blitzo was holding him.

"S-s-sir, I-I c-can't breathe—"

"Mox's still obsessed with that one album he found last week. He's been workin' through all the songs on his guitar, y'know how he is." Blitzo grinned and turned his head to look at Moxxie, pulling him in even tighter and eliciting a grunt of pain from the smaller imp.

"Ohhh, really now? Gettin' that fingerwork in, Moxxie? You're gonna have to show me sometime, little guy," Blitzo spoke with a sultry tone in his voice.

"S-S-SIR—"

Blitzo finally let the two of them go, causing Moxxie to fall to his hands and knees panting and heaving. Millie bent down, hoisted him up by his armpits and set him back on his feet, dusting off his suit with her hands. "Oh well. We don't have that much shit to do today. Be ready for clients, do some bullshit paperwork, I don't know. Find somethin' to do, alright?"

"Uhh, sure?"

"Good! I'll be in my office. Doing research. On some shit. Really, really important shit." Moxxie sighed, facepalming. He knew that his boss was just getting more ugly horse-themed decor for the office. As if the giant life-sized horse sculpture he got for the conference room wasn't enough—even if it was, he had to admit, well-sculpted. He and Millie watched Blitzo as he walked backwards into his office, snapping his fingers at them the entire way until he finally made it and shut his door.

"I'm just gonna go clean my guns or something, I guess. You know where to find me if you need anything, babe."

"Alrighty, hun. The usual for lunch?" Moxxie gave his wife a peck on the cheek and took her hands.

"Of course, sweetie!"

"Holy fuck guys, do you have to do this lovey-dovey shit right in front of me?" Loona's rude interruption made the two imps cringe with annoyance.

"So, uh, I guess we've gotta get to it, huh?"

"Guess so."

Of course, the moment Moxxie got to his desk, there was already a bottle of weight supplements set squarely in front of his keyboard.

"Fucking seriously?!" He shouted, immediately grabbing the bottle of pills and throwing them in the trash can next to his desk. He growled and his body stiffened in anger when he heard Loona snickering from around the corner in the lobby. The bitch was always trying to make him self-conscious about his body. "Loona, are you ever going to stop with this shit?!" He saw Loona dip her head around the corner, an evil grin splayed across her muzzle.

"Oh, that? It's serious! Someone's gotta try to get you to lose some weight, fatty!" Loona shouted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. As she pulled her head back, cackling, Moxxie groaned and slumped down in his chair, holding his head in his hands. Through his fingers, he took another look at the pills in the trash can. He knew they were placebos. Many times he'd gone online looking for ways to slim down even further, and these pills had always come up as the third or fourth result.

No matter how much he worked out, or what diets he went on, or what bullshit pills he took, or what weird shit he rubbed on his body, nothing would fucking work. Loona would always give him shit about his weight, how fat he looked, and he fucking hated her for making him feel like shit all the time. Why the fuck did he even care what she thought, anyway? Why did it hurt him so much every time she said it?

He sincerely hoped that someday Blitzo would heed his advice and hire an actual receptionist with a good attitude and who actually did their fucking job. Maybe he'd actually look forward to coming to work sometimes if that were the case.

Moxxie slid his hands off of his face, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling in a slow, steady rhythm to ground himself. He was fine. He needed to stop letting Loona dominate his thoughts like that. That's how she would win, and he didn't want her to win. One day he'd stop reacting to her vitriol and she'd finally maybe, just maybe, leave him alone.

For now, he needed to do something to distract himself. Moxxie grabbed the handle of the lowest drawer and, using both hands, hoisted a large stack of papers onto his desk, which landed with a loud thud. It was an unholy mix of budgeting spreadsheets, tax forms, and client records dating back for at least the past four months. The stack had been significantly larger earlier this week, and the week before it, and hopefully at this rate he would actually manage to get through all of it by the end of the month.

Moxxie worked at transcribing and filing everything away into a number of spreadsheets and e-documents on the company's internal server for the next several hours, filling in missing details when he needed to. He took a few intermittent breaks to grab some water from the cooler or clean some of his guns that he hadn't used in a while, keeping them from accumulating too much dust or grime in his desk. Frankly, he'd much rather be doing that than having to catch up on all the paperwork that Blitzo and Loona had either forgotten or, in the latter's case, straight up refused to do.

Of course, he also occasionally stopped to delete the many weight loss articles and videos Loona kept sending him over the internal email system, or to clean up the many spitballs she'd shot at him from around the corner, or to return the stapler that had been hurled in his direction three separate times. That last part, Loona claimed, was just "testing his reflexes." Sure.

Thankfully, as usual, he spent his afternoon lunch break with Millie, heading out to a nearby sandwich shop and people-watching with her from one of the tables outside.

"Oh geez, where did she get those?" Millie commented as she took a bite of her ham sandwich, making a face of disgust as her eyes settled on a particularly ugly demon with a razor-sharp jawline and unnaturally large, bulbous, malformed breasts walking across the street from them.

"Hm? Oh… ugh. Yeah. Why people get implants like that, I have no idea," Moxxie responded, taking another bite of his own sandwich. Millie squinted her eyes at him and swallowed her food.

"Mox! I'm talking about her shoes!" Moxxie's face flushed in embarrassment and he spit out the piece of his sandwich that he was chewing.

"O-oh! Y-yeah, those are ugly, my goodness! Wait… no way, are those actual fish in the heels?!"

They spent their half-hour break like this every day, content to spend even more time with each other without having their boss or their awful, bitchy coworker bothering them. Unfortunately, however, they had to get back to work eventually, and when they returned they both settled back into their usual routines for the next several hours, just trying to make it through the day so that they could see each other again at the end of it.

Moxxie sighed with exhaustion, his eyes drooping as he tried to keep his eyes open and focused on the spreadsheet he was currently filling in. He was so, so, so fucking close to halving the shit pile from where it was at the start of this week. If nothing interrupted him, he'd meet his self-imposed goal and maybe, just maybe, he'd actually get it done next week.

The door to Blitzo's office slammed open, startling Moxxie into sitting up ramrod straight, his eyes wide. Blitzo strode out with his usual energy and that shit-eating grin on his face. Moxxie knew exactly what that look was, and Lucifer's balls if he had another stupid idea—

"Hey fuckers, we're havin' a MEETING! Got some SHIT I wanna run across y'all! Not literally!"

Fuck.

Moxxie groaned in frustration. There was the interruption he'd been dreading. He raised himself from his desk and dragged himself into the conference room, where Blitzo and Millie were already waiting. He heard Loona following him shortly behind, giving him a hard kick in the ass which made him stumble through the door and fall onto the table.

"Ow! What the fuck, Loona?!"

"Alllright folks, I've got some real bangers for y'all!" Blitzo shouted, cutting Moxxie off before he could go on another tirade against his adopted daughter. Moxxie rolled his eyes, groaned, and took his seat next to Millie, giving her a smile and a squeeze of her shoulder as he sat. Loona flashed him a devilish smirk and flipped him both middle fingers as she slumped down into her chair, immediately grabbing her phone and tuning out everyone else in the room as usual.

"Alright, folks," Blitzo began, pacing back and forth in front of the whiteboard. "We got no fuckin' contracts today, which SUCKS because we have no MONEY. So, I was thinking —"

"Sir, we'd have money if you hadn't blown it all on the horse." Moxie gestured his thumb behind him to the life-sized, fully accurate-to-life marble horse in the corner of the room.

"Oh, Moxxie, I know you can appreciate some good art! I mean, look at his muscles! His flowing mane! His huge fuckin' di—"

"Okay, sir, yes, I admit that it's well made and I'm glad the money went to a talented artist! But don't you think we should maybe, I don't know, actually fix this place up for once? I mean, there's a leaky pipe that runs directly over my desk and I don't want it dripping onto any of my guns while I'm not using them."

"Decision's final, Sergeant York stays."

"Sergeant…York…?"

"Blitz?" Millie interjected, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. Moxxie appreciated the gesture, turning his head to meet her eyes with his and taking her hand in his. "Don't you wanna show Mox the design I helped you with?"

"Design…?" Blitzo's eyes widened. "Ohhhhh, right! The whole reason I called this fuckin' meeting!" He grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from the table that Moxxie hadn't noticed and held it up, revealing a poorly traced rendition of the company logo, along with their office address written out below it in barely-legible handwriting.

"O…kay?" Moxxie asked, raising his eyebrow in confusion. "What's this for?"

"So y'know all those homeless people that like to bum around the outside of the building?" Blitzo's smile was only growing wider, his eyes squinting further. Moxxie lowered his eyebrow, sighed, and brought his hand to his face with an audible slap. He fucking knew where this was going.

"Yes. You've been bringing up ideas on how to turn them into free marketing for the past two weeks."

"Okay, yeah, sure, but… hear me out… we give them free tattoos! Of our logo! And address! And take their shirts—if they even have any—so they have to show these cool ass tattoos off!"

"What are you even… sir, I'm sorry, but I think this is one of the worst ideas you've ever had. Seriously. And you've had a lot."

"It's not that bad, hun!" Millie said, grabbing the paper from the table and giving it another look, tilting it around to view it from different angles. "C'mon, Blitz put a lot of work this afternoon into plannin' this out! And it's not like we're gonna have to be payin' any tattoo artists to do this, we'd be doin' it all ourselves!"

"Honey…"

"Oh Mox, baby, think of it like… practicin' art on someone's body for free!"

"I mean sure, but—"

"And don't you want a break from that huge ass pile of paperwork you've been stuck on for the past month?"

Moxxie stopped talking and sighed, lowering his head. She was right. Even if this was a shitty idea, it'd at least get him out of the office and he'd be able to do something, anything else other than sitting at that desk all day.

"Fine. It's still a terrible idea, though."

Blitzo jumped up on his chair and pumped his fists in victory.

"FUCK yes! I fucking FINALLY got you to agree with something!" Moxxie pinched the skin between his eyebrows and shook his head in embarrassment. Blitzo's features eventually relaxed as he settled down, hopping off the chair and sitting back down in it. "Alright, um… speaking of that massive ass pile of paperwork, Mox."

"Yes, sir?"

"Loona came by earlier and she's been having some trouble getting her stuff done. You know how hard it is on her, all that fuckin' paperwork bullshit. You mind stayin' a little late to finish it up for her, considering you're the expert on that front?" He held his hands up before Moxxie could get a word in. "I know, I know, it's frustrating, but don't you wanna do something nice for Loonie, Mox? With all that she has to put up with around here?" He was making that pathetic face with puppy eyes again, slouching over and pointing his fingers together.

"...Do I even have a choice?"

Blitzo immediately dropped the act and leaned back in his chair.

"Eh… nah, not really."

"Great." Moxxie felt Millie's hand on his shoulder again and he took it, intertwining his fingers with hers. He briefly glanced over at Loona, only to find her glaring back at him, those blood red eyes locking with his. She stuck out her tongue at him and held up one of her middle fingers at him. The rage in his heart that he had for her burned even harder; he just knew that she was pulling this stunt to fuck with him.

But what could he even say?! Every time he complained about Loona doing this shit to him, Blitzo would always come up with some sort of excuse or shame him until he ended up taking it out of guilt.

"That's my employee of the month," Blitzo spoke, standing up and giving Moxxie a hard slap on the back which brought him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Now, guys," Blitzo continued, adjusting his suit. "I've gotta run. Stolas wants me to, uh, rail his tight ass again, I guess? I dunno, y'all know how he is. Gotta keep that grimoire if we wanna stay in business, amirite?" Moxxie followed him with his eyes as he began stepping towards the conference room door. "Y'all can go if you want, work day's over. Except for you, Mox; you're takin' one for the team, champ, and don't think I don't notice your hard work. Loona, I'll see you back home, alright?"

"Sure, whatever." Loona didn't even look up from her phone to respond, shooting out a quick text message to someone as she uttered her half-assed response.

"Alrighty! M&M, love you two! You guys are great!" Blitzo finally finished, quickly opening the door and dashing through. Loona followed shortly behind, not even bothering to acknowledge Moxxie or Millie on her way out. When they were alone, Moxxie finally slouched over, exhaling all the air in his lungs out of frustration.

"Oh crumbs, Millie, I'm sorry…" Millie rose from her chair, placed her hands on Moxxie's shoulders, and began massaging them, eliciting a groan from her husband.

"It's okay, hubby. It's not yer fault yer so dang good at yer job!"

"I just—I was hoping we could chill out and just have some 'us' time later, but…"

"Hey now, baby. It's alright." Millie took her right hand off his shoulder and cusped his chin, tilting his head up until they made eye contact with each other. She gave him a warm smile, leaned down, and kissed him, closing her eyes as she did. Moxxie gladly reciprocated, closing his eyes and reaching up to hold her in place. When they pulled away from the kiss a couple of minutes later, Millie yanked him out of his chair into a tight hug. "It's all gonna be okay, pumpkin."

"Thank you, babe. I love you so, so, so much. I'm just… not excited to be staying late again."

"I know, baby. I love you, too."

They held each other for a few minutes longer, Moxxie finding solace and comfort in the support of his wife. "So," Millie continued, pulling back to look Moxxie in the eyes as she brushed some stray hairs behind one of his horns with one of her hands. "You sure yer gonna be okay to do this, hun?"

"I'll be fine, Mills. It'll be easier to get stuff done knowing that you're back home, waiting for me." He cupped her cheek and kissed her again, savoring her taste.

"Feel free to keep the car, by the way. I can just have Blitz take me back, if he hasn't left already."

"You sure? We got the car so neither of us had to carpool with him anymore."

"Yeah, I'm sure! Don't worry, babe. I'll keep some dinner ready on the stove for ya when ya get home, alright?"

"Sounds fantastic, babe. I love you so much."

"I love ya, too, pumpkin. I'll see you tomorrow." With one more parting kiss, the couple let go of each other. Moxxie reached into his jacket and grabbed his car keys, handing them to Millie so she could drive herself home. She blew him one more kiss as she left the conference room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He already missed her so much. Tonight was going to suck, but at least he'd be coming home to her.