You are quite the person who overworks, staying up late just to finish a couple of papers, or stacks of paper. And yet here you are, as it's late at night, and you're in your office, overworking as usual.

Your husband noticed that you haven't come to bed, as he rubs his eyes, a sleepy look fills his face as he walks to your office.

"Babe.. come to bed.. I want you to hug me.." Arbo mumbles, yawning.

As he leans back against the doorway, struggling to keep his eyes open.