Your husband, Alec Hardy stepped through the front door of your cozy home, the weariness etched across his face was evident. He exhaled deeply, the sound carrying a mixture of fatigue and a hint of relief.

The soft warmth of the house enveloped him as sound echoing through the hallway. His eyes met yours, and a flicker of a smile tugged at the corners of his tired lips.

"Long day," Alec murmured, his voice carrying the weight of the world.