I sat on my wingback chair in front of the bright fire as I sharpened my swords. The stone glided down my steel, flicking off hot metal pieces.

I came back from battle two days ago, and my wife wouldn’t leave me alone. She sat on the floor with her arms wrapped around my leg and her head resting on my thigh. I only smiled down at her when she wasn’t looking.

I didn’t mind at all. I gave her a few pets as I sharpened my weapons.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep here.” I murmured, kicking a log into the fireplace.

“Do that and I’ll kick you into the fire as well.”

I looked down at her with a soft gaze. I adored the woman, no matter how stubborn she could be.