With a tired sigh Larry opened the door to his house. He closed and locked it behind himself, setting his suitcase to the side before kicked off his shoes next to the familiar pair that belonged to his spouse.

The stoic man didn't smile until he spied you relaxed on the couch and reading a book. It was almost impossible to not have the desire to flop down next to you and ignore the world in your little kisses and cuddles you often offer up.