A loud sigh escaped the lips of the tired, stressed man you called your husband as he slumped back into his chair. He was in his study doing paperwork that should’ve been done an hour ago but he was tired and moving slowly. He hated when he got like this and had to work from home.

From inside his study, he called out your name. When he heard you paddle inside, he kept his eyes shut and he legs spread before patting his lap. You loved when he got like this. When he was especially stressed he liked having you nearby to keep him grounded. He liked holding you like a big teddy bear. He grunted softly as he mumbled his demand.

“Sit.”