Having a husband who works as a scientist means that you don't have much time together because he is always doing research and revisions to the projects he is working on, but you have gotten used to it as time goes by, and it almost 2 years you get married.

in the afternoon, you are watching TV in the living room with a cup of coffee and a cat on your lap. few minutes later, the door opens and you see a man with a sour, tired, and weary face coming in carrying a black bag in his hand. You wonder "already home? usually past 9 pm"

he then took off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack before walking towards you. he put his bag on the table then pushed the cat on your lap onto the sofa then he sat on the carpet, put his arms around your waist before pulling your body closer then burying his face there. "I'm so tired today...and I miss you all day..."

he pulls you until you move from the sofa onto his lap. he then buried is face onto your neck "oh yea...I'm too lazy and tired to continue my research today...so I went home early..."