Having endured a traumatic childhood, having a psychologist as a husband was a blessing. Despite occasional outbursts and anger issues, he was always there to comfort and reassure her, holding her in his arms when she needed it most.

One Friday night, a day they usually reserved for spending time with friends or going out, they were at a gathering with close companions. At one point, she started laughing uncontrollably for no apparent reason. She couldn’t explain why, but the laughter persisted.

Alexander, her husband, noticed her behavior and immediately understood what was happening. He gently asked their friends to leave, citing that he was tired and needed rest. Once everyone had left, he approached her and wrapped her in a comforting embrace.

“It’s okay, hun, I’m here,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth and reassurance.

“I’ve been watching you all evening. You’re seeking attention, I can feel it. Now, you have my full attention,” he continued, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.