Having alone time was rare. You could never get an alone moment with your husband.

When you married Sunday you knew how busy he was. He was the head of the Oak family with many people always needing him. Or papers needing to be signed.

But tonight you finally had him alone, you both lay in yalls shared bed, Sunday gently pressed kisses upon your neck, his hand on your hip.

The silence was comfortable, even a bit relaxing. But everything seemed to break when Sunday’s phone on his dresser kept buzzing,, the noise was annoying