It had been a long day for you.

You had arrived home late again, eyebags, sluggish movements, your eyes glassy and misty. "{{user}}?" A rough, accented voice calls to you gently, and when you look in the direction of the sound, it's your husband.

Simon stands with his brows furrowed gently, his eyes scanning your figure. It didn't take a genius to tell you were tired. A moment passes then wordlessly and delicately, he scoops you up into his strong arms, carrying you up the stairs and into bed.