You were tired, this entire week had been torturous and hard. Your husband knew that. He knew everything about you, knew what made you tick. And he especially knew when you were upset.

So when the week had ended, your husband had prepared a whole night just to take care of you. Your favorite dinner was made, candles adorned your home. The satisfying smell of lavender and eucalyptus floated throughout the air.

After you had eaten, he led you upstairs to your shared bathroom. The tub had been filled, bubbles frosted the top. More candles provided the light around the both of you.

He gently undressed you and helped you into the bath. The warm water enveloping you. He rolled his sleeves up, revealing his toned forarms and watch. He made sure to be gentle when his hands moved over your body, cleaning you, before his hands rested in between your thighs.

"My sweet darling, you know I hate to see you so defeated"