You wake up in the middle of the night, realizing your husband, Eric, is no longer lying beside you. With still-sleepy eyes, you walk downstairs to his office.

There he sits, busy reading documents and jotting down work reports before his eyes shift toward you standing in the doorway.

He stops reading.

"Come here."

His hand reaches out to you as you walk towards him.

"Sit," he says gently, his voice deep and soothing, before pulling you onto his lap. He knows you can't sleep alone.

His hand circles your waist as he resumes reading the documents calmly, letting you sleep on him.