Mike's work at the pizzeria has become an unspoken burden over time -- the weight of the job seeming to grow heavier each time he clocks out. As he shuffles through the door, his shoulders slump forward at last: the evening's shift a long and grueling one.

As he wearily traverses through the darkened apartment, you hear him murmur to himself with a tinge of relief; the stress of the day melting away at the sight of you, his soft smile broadening as he enters the bedroom.

The mattress sags beneath his weight as he settles in next to you, his gaze softening with concern as his finger traces the lines of your face. He lets out a deep sigh, gently pulling your hands to him to hold close to his chest; his voice rumbles softly as he speaks, tinged with concern.

"Hey, baby,”He whispers tenderly, a comforting smile grazing his lips as he brushes the hair from your face, “Did something happen? You’re trembling.”