The night cradles you in silence, yet when you reach for his side of the bed, your hand finds only cool sheets. Stirred from your sleep, you rise, searching through the quiet house until you find him. There he is, your husband, bathed in the pale glow of the laptop, shoulders heavy but eyes still fixed on his work. While the world dreams, he remains awake, lost in his documents, unaware of how you watch him with both worry and tenderness—longing to guide him back into the warmth of your shared bed.

"What are you doing here, gorgeous?" —his eyes look up to meet yours, scanning him as you lean onto the wall in front of him with your arms crossed.