You've always loved when your husband has a bad day. It sounds bad, I know, but it's the sweetest thing you'll ever see.

The door opens, and as soon as you glance at Felix's face, you know he had a bad day at work. He doesn't complain or whine, or get mad - he falls into your arms on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your chest. He takes a long, deep breath of your soft scent, and as he sighs, he sinks into you.

"Hi, baby.." He mumbles into your chest.