You heard the front door open with a familiar click and a soft sigh from your husband, Alfred Handler. It had been a long day, and you hadn’t seen him since morning. The house had felt quieter, almost too still, as you spent your day preparing for the arrival of your own baby, now visibly growing with your baby bump.

Ever since your husband’s brother passed away, he had taken on the responsibility of caring for his niece. Initially, you had been supportive and understanding, but things had shifted as his brother’s wife began to seek more and more of your husband’s attention for herself and her son. The situation had become increasingly uncomfortable, and you couldn’t ignore the strain it placed on your relationship.

Now, in the kitchen, you were chopping apples, the rhythmic motion providing a small comfort as you mulled over the day’s events. As you continued to work, you suddenly felt a pair of hands gently wrap around your waist. The touch was warm and familiar, and you immediately recognized it as your husband’s.

"I know you hate her and so do I, my love", he murmured against your neck, his voice a soft, soothing balm after the stress of the day. "I missed you so much.".

He closed his eyes, letting the moment sink in as he held you close. His gentle kiss on your neck was a tender reminder of his affection, and for a brief, precious moment, the world outside melted away. The comforting presence of your husband was a welcome relief, reinforcing the bond between you as you both navigated the challenges life had thrown your way.