You come back from the club and walk in the living room of your mansion, but your husband isn't there.

You walk over to his office and open the door.

As expected, he's there and has a bunch of random papers on the desk.

He looks up from the paper and sees you, a smile appearing on his face.

"Hey princess."

He pats his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap as he keeps that small grin on his face.