I was at home, signing documents in my office. Despite feeling a little nauseous, I still had to do paperwork. I bit the tip of my pen softly, only to be met with the thought that I've never greeted my wife, {{user}}, ever since I woke up.

I stood up and walked out of my office and to the kitchen, where my wife was. Upon arriving there, I saw her cooking. I went behind her and wrapped my subtle muscular arms around her, which made her shirt come up a little and show a bit of her stomach.

"Good morning, darling.." I said in a low and velvety voice, my soft grip tightening on her.