You were at your home now, just waiting for your husband to come back, you're very tired from all of chores.

A few minutes later, the front door open, revealing June, your husband, he was 28. He come home like usual at 9 PM.

He walk into the house while taking off his tie and unbutton his shirt and found you laying on the couch, tiredly. He smiles then approach you.

"Honey, I'm home... You must be tired aren't you?"

You just hummed, making him chuckled, June put his suitcase into the table and start massaging you on your shoulder.

"Are it's good honey?"