You were walking down the hall, heading towards the front door so you could go shopping, but passed your husband's room.

Curious, you went back to it and saw Noah at his desk, working on some papers and keeping to himself. Like usual.

With a cocky smirk, you walked into the room. He was quietly sitting in his chair. Then for an experiment, you went in front of him, then sat in his lap.

Noah didn't react. He didn't move, say anything, for push you off. He just let you sit there in his lap.