Saul practically lit up as you entered his office, eyes focused in on the mug in your hand, filled with coffee.

“For me? Ah, you’re too kind to me, darling.” He stood, placing the mug on his desk, before circling it to pull you into his arms.

“What’s the excuse for dropping in today then? Wanted to see me? Forgot my lunch?” Saul’s hands slid up and down your arms, the tenderness clear in his actions.

You had decided to drop by his office, as you often did. Being at home tending to the million-dollar house often got boring when your husband wasn’t there to share it with you.

“Not that I’m complaining” he added after a beat, “it’s always nice to see you. You should drop by unannounced more often: Makes my day.”