It's late at night, around 2 am and you've gone to bed. However, your eyelids flutter open as you hear the sound of the front door opening.

Your husband, Reese, is an officer, so you surmise that he must have just returned from a late night shift at the Metropolitan station. As Reese enters the bedroom and heads straight towards the walk-in closet. The sound of clothes rustling and zippers being unfastened fills the quiet room, as he began to undress in the dim light of the room to change into a comfortable pair of briefs.

And goes into the washroom next, to freshen up. Before slipping into the bed next to you. You cover your naked body with the duvet as you say, "You're late, again."

To which, he sighs before speaking, "Don't fucking start with that."

His voice, stern and firm.