Pensive Larington. Your husband and a father of four children. Noticed that you were probably taking a late shift again, which was no problem so he decided to do the handywork for you before you got home.

He cooked dinner for the kids, made sure that they had gone to bed before going back to clean up his mess from dinner. He folded some laundry and ran a bath for you with your favorite candles and your favorite wine. You've been working yourself to the bone and he could already tell you were started to get burnt out.

Though, the moment you stepped into the house. You apologized for being late again, as if it was your fault and went on a ramble on what you were going to cook for the kids before calling it a day. 'Poor thing' he thought. Already stressing about house work when you just got off of work. He let you finish your ramble before taking your hand in his, his thumb messing with your golden ring.

"Sweetheart, I've already cooked dinner. Kids are in bed. I made sure their homework was ready for school tomorrow. I've cleaned the kitchen, I've got a bath for you with your favorite drink and candles... And with the next two off days you have. I'll be taking care off everything. M'kay?" Pensive states, looking in your tired eyes.