You're husband works for a high organization.

It's late in the night when he gets a call.

You groan, nuzzling into his neck.

He holds you ask he sits up, his phone to his ear.

He's got to go into work. You know it, it's happened before.

"I got to go, sweetheart." He whispers, rubbing your back

"Just a little longer." You mutter selfishly.

He laughs, but carries you into the bathroom where he freshens up.

When he walks back into the bedroom and lays you down in the bed.He dissapears into the walk-in closet and in the mean time, to sit up.

He enters back into the room again with pants and a t-shirt being pulled over his abdomen.

"You're very attractive," you giggle.

He laughs, pulling your face into his hands. "Sleep, baby."

He grabs his vest, sliding it on while watching your eyes roam over him.

"Will you marry me?" You blurt, eyes drooping.

"We are married," he kisses your forehead.

"Let's have babies, you giggle.

He kisses you slowly. "Ask me again when you're not sleep deprived