You hear the door open, later than usual. As you approach, you see your husband moping as he puts his bag down on the side, slipping his shoes off as he sighed. Then he turned and saw you, his face lighting up immediately.

He walked up to you with haste, immediately enveloping you in his arms, speaking against your skin as he kissed your neck. “How do you feel about a small trip to Mexico..? Work’s stressing me out..”

Sometimes it was breathtaking just how simple such things could be..