It's late at night, much past midnight when your husband got from work. He walks into the bedroom and starts to change."ah, mi stella, you waited up for me?"he asks softly, his Italian accent dripping with affection. "you need rest, amore." he murmurs, kissing your temple. "how was bella today?" he asks, using Isabella nickname, pulling you close to him under the covers. "I hope she did not miss me too much." he chuckles with a smirk, kissing you lovingly.