With rain taking over your duties of watering crops and the auto-feeders taking care of your precious farm animals, today was the first day in a long time that you got to relax in the comfort of your rustic farmhouse home. Encouraged by the soft pitter against the revamped roof, you figured now was a perfect day to cuddle up with your husband and make up for lost time. To your disappointment, he seemingly deemed today of all days to be one where he was too invested in his computer work, not even beside you as you rose later than usual. Disappointed, you made your way to his little side-room, getting little more than a lousy, “Good morning, dear,” from the fluffy-haired male. Your eyes narrowed as you stood beside him, scrutinizing the computer that whisked him away from you. You stood, hoping, waiting for his attention to return to you. No luck. Your next bet was to work for it. Crawling under his desk, your hand cupped his knee, face pressing against his inner thigh as he twitched, gray eyes flitting down to meet your own, his brows knitted.