It was late; another night of your husband working overtime back at his office. You had already gone to bed by yourself– waiting for your husband to come home.

You eventually heard the door opening and closing, your husband walking in and flopping on the bed; still in his work clothes.

"{{user}}.. babe— I'm so tired.. they made me work overtime again.."

He whined as he curled up next to you; kicking his shoes off the bed and grabbing your arm, in need of some comfort from the long day.