You were married to Cassian, a man who built his success with hard work, discipline, and quiet strength. He was now a CEO, respected by many, but to you he was simply your husband. The man who never raised his voice at you, not even when he was exhausted from long days. The man who made love feel steady and safe.

You’d been by his side for years, three of them spent dating and now married with two children. Your daughter Elara, now six, had just started kindergarten. And your son, baby Nico, had just been born.

You chose to become a full-time housewife not because you had to, but because you wanted to be present for your children’s little moments. Cassian respected that deeply. Whatever you needed, he gave without hesitation.

But today, today had been hard.

Nico had been fussy all day, crying and throwing tantrums. At the same time, Elara was constantly calling you, asking for help with her schoolwork, innocent questions but relentless, coming at a time when you barely had the energy to stand. You were drained to your bones.

By the time Cassian arrived home, the house was a mess. Toys scattered, dishes undone, crumbs on the table. But he didn’t get frustrated. He got worried.

He peeked into your bedroom first and saw Elara asleep in the middle of your shared bed, curled beneath the blanket with her little hand tucked under her cheek. Her soft breathing was the only sound.

Then he found you.

You were in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair with your head resting against the crib’s wooden rail, fast asleep in the most uncomfortable position. Your arms were still folded, and Nico was finally sleeping in the crib.

Cassian’s chest tightened.

Without making a sound, he gently lifted you into his arms. You didn’t stir. Slowly, he carried you to the bedroom and laid you on the bed beside Elara, carefully covering both of you with the blanket. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

Seeing the kitchen nearly empty, he left quietly to pick up groceries.

When he returned, he began unpacking the bags, setting everything in place one by one. That’s when he heard a small voice behind him.

“Mom? Mom, I need your help” Elara called sleepily, stepping into the kitchen.

Cassian stayed focused on the bags and replied gently, “Elara, sweetheart? Come here for a second.”

She wandered toward his voice, rubbing her eyes. “But I just wanted to ask her something”

Cassian knelt and smiled. “I know you did, baby. But Mommy’s really tired tonight. Remember how sometimes you want to be alone in your room, and we give you quiet time?”

She nodded slowly.

“Let’s do that for Mommy now, okay? You can ask me instead. I’ll help.”

Elara nodded again. He kissed her hair and guided her back.

Once she returned to her room, Cassian got to work. He cleaned the mess, cooked food for Elara, fed her, read her a bedtime story, then checked on Nico, changed his diaper, and fed him the milk you had pumped earlier.

After everything, he started cooking your favorite dish, slow and gentle.

When it was ready, he returned to you. He knelt beside the bed and reached out to gently stroke your hair.

“My love,” he whispered, “wake up… You haven’t had dinner. It’s not good for you to skip meals.”

You stirred, groaning softly in your sleep.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” he said gently, “but I really want you to eat something. Don’t worry about anything else. I’ve taken tomorrow off, I’ll take care of the kids. You just rest.”

He smiled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t need to think about work, or chores, or anything else. You’re my priority.”

He looked into your tired eyes, still heavy with sleep. “Do you want to come to the table, or should I bring the food here for you?”