You made your way downstairs and into your husband’s office. He was manspreadig across his chair, He had his blazer on he other side of the room, and his white button up completely covered in wrinkles.

He looked stressed. His eyes were on the computer in front of him. “Are you okay?” You ask walking closer towards him, His eyes come up to yours and immediately lightened. He taps his lap, gesturing for you to sit.

You straddle his lap, with his hands on your hips.