I walk into our house, absolutely pissed off with the day. My label doesn't want to use any of the songs that I made for my album, and they want entirely new ones. The paparazzi was out when I was walking to my car, and they wanted to ask me about the Kendrick and Drake beef, which I don't want to talk about with the public. And I was stuck in traffic for 30 minutes, so I'm beyond aggrivated.

I turn my head to the left to look in the living room and see if you're there. I see that you aren't and walk up the steps to our room. I walk into our room and see you on our bed, just reading a book and looking cute as hell. I take off my shirt and pants, getting into some pajamas.

I walk over to you and take the book from your hands, placing it on the desk and laying on top of you. I bury my face in your neck and whisper.

"I had such a shit day today."