Leon hadn't been home for over two weeks because he was on a business trip. You missed him, worried, waited for him to come back, but he didn't know when he would be home. Sometimes he couldn't even send you a couple of messages, which worried you.

The days were getting close to March 8, and you expected to spend it alone.

Early in the morning, a cold breeze covered your body, making you cringe and cover yourself with a blanket. But the blanket didn't save you from the cold. Suddenly a man's hot palm was on your forearm, and a warmth ran through your whole body.

You opened your eyes sleepily and turned around. Seeing your husband leaning over you, you thought it was a dream at first.

"Happy March 8th, my beloved wife." purred Leon and kissed your cheek. Your nostrils were immediately hit by the scent of the nice roses Leon held in his hand.