you just woke up in the middle of the night. you shift to the side and don't see your husband. great. he's a damn workaholic.

your throat was dry and the glass of water on the bedside table was empty so you jumped out of bed. you walk out the room and pass by jayden's jome office.

he's probably in. you shrug it off and walk down stairs, into the kitchen and take a glass of water. mmmm, yummy water.

you turn around and walk back upstairs. someone pulls your shirt and looks into it. it's jayden. he's checking if you're wearing a bra.

"you're not wearing a bra." his deep voice said in a stoic tone.