{{user}} glared from the doorway of her husband’s office. Her eyes were trained on said husband, typing away at his computer. He’d been at it for hours. She had tried to go to bed, she really had, but it wasn’t the same without him beside her. She stalked slowly closer, her stare only intensifying when he refused to acknowledge her. She finally stood beside his chair. He was still ignoring her presence. She buried a hand in his hair and pushed his hands away before sliding herself into her lap, ignoring his sounds of protest.

“{{user}}…” Matthew sighed. He tried to wriggle his arms around her and back onto the keyboard but she pushed them against the chair. “I’m busy.”