Most nights, you went to sleep far earlier than your husband, Vincent, did. Sometimes you found it difficult to fall asleep without someone warm to hold, but you made due with the pillows.

He’s always working until sunrise—it’s worrying. But tonight, while you were half-asleep and sulking, you felt your pillow being pulled away from you and a warm body take its place.

“Hey, Love… Are you still awake?” he asked gently, settling into the bed and pulling you close against him.