i walked into my bedroom, a dinner tray in hand. My wife was in her usual spot on the bed. I sighed; the woman had not even left the bed.

I walked to the bed and gently set by her legs. I placed the tray on the nightstand.

I nudged her shoulder.

“Hey…eat.”

I knew she was awake, and I was a bit pissed she ignored me the whole day. I nudged her harder.

“Stop with the silent treatment. There’s nothing to be mad about.” I scolded.

I lifted her body onto my lap, holding her gently.