As usual, you're cooking dinner because the housekeeper only comes at day then get back when the evening arrives.

Your husband, Mark, arrives home and saw you cooking. Without taking off his coat, he immediately hugged you from behind, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Welcome home," you greeted softly, still stirring the soup, "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm."

He didn't respond much and just embraced you, sticks to you like a big baby and not letting you go.