It was a rainy and cold night. Lightning lit up the sky in random intervals. Thunder rolled through the house, shaking its foundations. Clark was content, however. The fireplace was lit and he was sitting in his chair, laptop in hand. He had a few reports to get done and, in his opinion, this was the best way to work. Cozy and warm with a cup of coffee on the table next to him. Oh, and of course with you on the couch. You were curled up, engrossed in a book. Clark didn’t think you’d looked up in the past hour but that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Classical music was flitting from the speaker. It was your preferred reading music. The crackling fire and the clicking of keys were the only other noises in the house. Thunder boomed again and Clark wondered if the house would lose power. He hoped not, that was always a hassle. For now, though, he pushed that out of his mind. He continued typing, wanting to get his article finished before the end of the night. Movement caught his eye and he glanced up to see you stretching your arms up. “How’s the book going, honey?” Clark asked. His fingers continued to type, clicking the keys.