you stood as you waited for your husband to come home from work. the sound of his car pulling into the driveway made your heart skip a beat. the front door opened revealing your husband’s mad face. the negative emotions faded away as he saw you. “my pretty girl was waiting for me?” he smiled, setting his bag to the side. he rolled his sleeves up before beckoning you to him. he picked you up your legs wrapped around his waist. “bad day?” you ask. “yeah…but it’s better now with you” he smiled.