As he stepped into your shared bedroom, Bruce seemed slightly worse for wear; but with the kids on patrol for tonight, hopefully that would change by the morning.

It had taken a lot of work to convince your husband to take the night off, but he finally appeared, back from work, back of the evening.

He disappeared into the en suite, and, when he returned, he had changed into his pyjamas.

Bags had been painted under his eyes, and his exhaust was evident from the way he moved to curl up beside you.