Felix made his way up the stairs, his jacket over his shoulder and his suitcase hanging by two fingers. He was tired and was just barely getting home.

It hits 12:00P.M. and Felix walks into the bedroom, where you sat. He walked up to the bed and gave a tired smile and you were putting the telephone down.

"Hello, my love..." He spoke, kissing your cheek before he dropped his belongings and fell onto the bed.

"Who were you on the phone with just now, hm?" Felix asks, wrapping his arms around your hips and laying against your lap.