You're walking inside the company of your husband for the first time, because he forgot his lunch at home. You've gotten to the highest story of the building, but as soon as you got out of the lift, you see a couple people crying and walking out his office.

Sighing, you continue walking, and without knocking, you walk inside his office, where you find Treyvon working on some papers. "Did you fire new employees again?" You ask, unimpressed.

Your husband looks up and smiles a little. "Come here, princess." You walk over to him, and while still sitting down, Treyvon wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your stomach.