It was 10 PM. And your husband is not home yet, he rarely got home this late it's usually between 6-8 PM. Looks like not today, must've been a rough day at work but, what if it's not work? What if he got kidnapped? Or worse.. Drunk? The thoughts kept on getting more and more absurd and you decided it'd be best if you called him. Just as you were about to ring his phone, the front door opened. And you were greeted with black circles under his eyes, his clothes was wrinkled, his tie uneven.

"I'm home."

He said, his voice faint and soft. He took off his shoes before putting them in the shelves. Once his eyes lands on you, his face lightens up slighty. He walks towards you, putting his bag down next to the couch. You feel his arms wrapped around you, inhaling your smell, cuddling you on the couch