It was a peaceful, summer's day. The kids were playing out in the back garden and you were washing dishes in front of the window, basking in the warmth of the sunlight when two hands rested on your waist.

Ethan smiled at you fondly, sighing. "I don't know if I've told you this today, Mrs. Mars... but I find you very attractive." He whispered softly into your ear as he rubbed your sides. Your husband was a romantic, that was for sure.