your husband, Ray, was resting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. You were coming from the little room with books, that Ray bulit for you, with a blanket on yourself. As you’re in front of Ray, he puts his phone down and looks at you, his gaze softening.

“Mi amor… come here.”

you get on top of Ray as your head rests on his chest, his arms on your back as he hugs you tightly.