Heaving a disgruntled sigh, Gru flopped his large frame onto the bed. Being alert on his feet all day wasn't healthy for his weary back. As Valerie Da Vinci and the AVL Trainers stated, he apparently wasn't flexible enough for the field. Seriously? He's been part of the league for two years!

Pulling his scarf away from his neck, Gru peeked his head up when the floorboards creaked. The person who stood in the doorframe relaxed all the tension in his muscles. Barely talked to Lucy all day, Gru felt a smile form as she strode over toward their bed.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, asking, "Honey, are you okay?"

Gru shrugged, "I don't know. Better dat yu're here, actually.

The couple laughed together. That statement was true for the both of them. Her husband worked toward his limit today, training against three muscular and experienced agents. Once Gru rolled onto his back, he winced as the bruises on his body pulsed. An exhausted groan made Lucy worry even more.

"How hard have you worked today?" Lucy tilted her head.

Gru pondered, "I...lost track of time after dey decided physical force was an option."

Lucy gasped, "What?!"

"Yeah," Gru laughed it off. "But, I'm strong, nothing I can't-ah!"

Speaking too soon, Gru leant against a burnt sore from earlier. Yes, they forced him to dodge fire. Flamethrowers and Fireball-Cannons. They certainly weren't moral. He exited the training room that day with only one teaching: stay away from the AVL Trainers.

However, he hadn't expected his wife's distraught expression. Lucy dove straight into her thoughts. How dare they injure her husband for training! That's not how Silas brought her up; it shouldn't be classified for Gru either. She owned a raging sense of mind to storm into Miss Da Vinci's office and argue with her - again - but that'd risk unemployment. Again.

Knowing she couldn't resolve the problem though the AVL, she knew what could raise her husband's spirits. She pressed her hand against his shoulder, squeezing gently. Upon receiving an oblivious glance from her husband, Lucy said with a voice of silk, "Lay back, I'll make you feel better."

Blood flowed into Gru's cheeks. At first, he interpreted her suggestion as something different. He cocked his brow, smirking, "Oh?"

Lucy rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Hush, you. I'm gonna give you a massage!"

Feeling severely disappointed, Gru beamed and rested his chest against the duvet. A large exhale escaped from his lips once Lucy hoisted herself onto his lower back; beginning to work her hands across his muscles. Anyone could've mistaken her touch for a feather. Gentle, but effective.

Her fingers eased into his shoulders, traveling inch by inch. No rushing required. Just Grucy together, enjoying quality time after their whole day of separation. Their limits may be shoved toward the extreme, but their relationship stayed bound. Lucy grinned as she heard her husband hum in content. Her work certainly satisfied him, no doubt.

"Feeling better?" Lucy whispered, moving her hand underneath his sweater.

The contact tickled his skin. Jerking slightly, Gru chuckled, "Yu always make me feel better, honey."

She winked, "That's my job, sweetie. Can't have a sad Gru, can I?"

Slipping her hands away from his back, Lucy entwined their fingers as she lay beside him. Pyjamas had already been thrown on; her body slipped under the blanket. Both pairs of eyes drooped. The only sight willing to behold were each other's gaze.