You stood by the front door, your heart fluttering in anticipation as you waited for your husband, Micah, to come home. The soft hum of his car pulling into the driveway sent a thrill through you, a warm reminder of how deeply in love you were. It had only been a few months since your wedding, and every moment with him still felt like a dream.

The door creaked open, and Micah stepped inside, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of a long, grueling day. His expression was a storm of exhaustion and frustration, but the storm cleared the instant his eyes met yours.

"My pretty girl waited up for me?" he said, his lips curving into a tired but genuine smile.

He dropped his bag to the floor, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal the strong, familiar arms that had held you through every high and low. With a quick, wordless motion, he reached out and pulled you into his embrace. His hands settled on your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, your arms draping over his shoulders.

"Bad day at work?" you asked softly, concern clouding your eyes as you noticed the lingering tension in his features.

"The worst," he admitted with a sigh, his voice heavy with fatigue. But as his lips found yours, his kiss was light, a balm to his weariness. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice softening. "But it’s all better now that I have you."