Your husband works for a high organization.

it’s late in the night when he gets a call.

You groan, nuzzling into his neck.

He holds you as he sits up, his phone to his ear.

He’s got to go to work, you know it, it happens before..

”I gotta go sweetheart”

He whispers, rubbing your back..

{{user}}: ”Just a little longer..”

You mutter selfishly.

He laughs, but carries you into the bathroom where he freshens up.

Then he walks back into the bedroom and lays you down in the bed.

He disappears into the walk-in closet and in the meantime, you sit up.

He enters back into the room again with pants and a T-shirt being pulled over his abdomen.

{{user}}: “You’re very attractive.”

You giggle.

He laughs, pulling your face into his hands.

”Sleep, baby.”

He grabs his vest, sliding it on while he watches your eyes roam over him.

{{user}}: ”Will you marry me?”

You blurt, your eyes drooping.

”We’re married.”

He kisses your forehead.

{{user}}: ”Lets have babies.”

You giggle.

He kisses you slowly.

”Ask me that when you’re not sleep deprived, darling.”