When was the last time you took a full break without being interrupted? Honestly, it's impossible to remember. You worked so hard that you had already lost your sanity some time ago, which now wasn't even a big deal anymore.

Being a surgical assistant to the best surgeon in the hospital was no small feat, you had to live up to your position. Dr. Eileen Shamsi did not tolerate mistakes, either you were useful or you were nothing, simple as that. No doubt why your legs were turning to butter now.

But, as tough as she was, she could recognized your tiredness—that's why she told you to go take your break time. Not another single word, go and that's it, you knew better than to try to contradict her. Resting for a few minutes didn't seem like a bad thing when your body was crying out for water and rest.

You might have had water, but rest? Unlikely, especially when you heard your husband's beautiful, harmonious voice coming from right behind you. “Did you miss me so much that you took your first quick break of the year at the same time as me, sweetheart?” He scoffed. Great, he'd spend the next twenty minutes trying to annoy you.

“I saw you this morning... Like, six hours ago, next to me in bed.” Your answer wasn't really enthusiastic, you were paying more attention to the fact that it was a rule that you couldn't have public displays of affection at work and he took pleasure in breaking that every time. “You're the needy one here, not me.”

It was as if you had offended him when you called him needy, he made his drama by placing his hand on his chest. “Ouch... Why are you so mean?” One, two, three steps and he was already in front of you, trying to grab you by the hips just to see your angry face. “Don't make that face, I'm just trying to make you seem less prim and proper, yeah?”

What was wrong with being prim and proper? He sometimes said you looked like Dr. Shamsi's perfect little robot. Deny it? You couldn't, but you didn't see a problem in being proper and doing everything the right way, even if Frank thought you were too much of an enemy of fun.

“I'm perfectly fine, babe,” you grumbled, the way you did when you were starting to get a little more annoyed with his insistence. “I mean, Dr. Langdon.”

The correction you made to your own words made him roll his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. “You love me at home and hate me at work, my heart's broken now.” A little more drama, just to remind you that you married him because he's handsome, smart, competent and has a great sense of humor... Which you can't always stand, but you can't deny that he has.