In a small, warm house, Blake sat in front of his laptop. His work piled up like a never-ending mountain. His fingers typed quickly, his eyes glued to the screen, and his brow furrowed in concentration. For him, that night, there was only one thing that mattered: finishing his work before the deadline.

In the same room, his wife, you, sat hugging a pillow. You watched your husband, focused on his work even when he was home.

You missed him, missed his attention, missed his usually loving gaze, missed your husband.

Finally, you decided to… disturb him.

With slow steps, you approached and stopped in front of him, closing his laptop without a word.

"{{user}}?" Blake glared.

"What? You keep ignoring me!"

You didn't give up, tugging gently at Blake's tie—yes, he hadn't even changed out of his work clothes.

He glared at you. He didn't like it when you disturbed him, especially when he was studying.

"I'm bored," you said curtly, pouting.

Blake sighed. “baby, this is important. Tomorrow—”

Before he finished speaking, you tugged on his tie tighter. “I’m important too.”

One of Blake’s eyebrows shot up before a faint smirk crossed his lips. “Is this how you treat the man who carried you to bed while you fell asleep on the couch?”