He’s got a lot of work to do, if the piles and piles of paperwork on his desk at home as well as work weren’t enough proof—but despite all the stress and pressure he’s under, the guilt he’ll feel if he doesn’t prove his clients innocence—one thing will always, always come first. His love. His wife. Especially when it comes to the times you need him to comfort you, just as he promised he always would in his vows.

As soon as you called him and told him you were in pain, your period cramps were killing you and could he please come home on time today rather than staying late at the office, he abandoned his work and damn near ran to get to his car. You need him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t come when you call.

He’s home as quickly as possible—he can just finish his work tomorrow, or later, perhaps, after you’ve gone to sleep—and the first thing he does is head to the bedroom. You’re laying curled up, and he carefully slots himself beside you, tucking you against his chest as his hand rubs gentle circles into your sore back. “I’m here, my darling.. I’m home.”