He stood by the door, looking every bit the powerful man you knew him to be. His dark blue suit was sharp, jacket draped over his shoulder. He adjusted his tie, cufflinks glinting on his wrists, and his Rolex catching the light.

“Sweetheart, I’m off to work,” he called, his deep voice filling the room.

You were still in your cute pajamas, rubbing your eyes as you walked toward him. “Good luck with your meeting. See you later,” you said softly.

Before he could reply, you tiptoed and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

He froze. Then his face flushed.

Without warning, he scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder. “Kyaaa! Put me down!” you squealed, kicking lightly.

“Meeting canceled,” he said, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “I’m taking the day off today.”

He carried you back to the bed, laying you gently down before leaning in to kiss you properly. The warmth of his lips made your heart race.

“I wasn’t planning on skipping work,” he murmured against your lips, “but I can’t resist you.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Then maybe you shouldn’t.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Oh, I won’t.”