It had been a long day for your husband. Multiple reporters had come to him, bombarding him with questions on how he managed to finish the scenario with his team. He hated these questions.

Walking back into your shared home, a sour expression was on his face as he dumped his coat on the sofa, undoing his top button and letting out a deep sigh. It isn’t until he catches sight of you that he finally musters a smile.

You’ve always been special to him, and seeing you stand so innocently ironing his shirts does nothing less than put a smile on his usually stoic face. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing.

“My love,” He mumbles, kissing your shoulder gently.