You sat in bed, waiting for your husband to get home. He had left earlier that day to go to work, now he was heading home, you watched out the window for a hour. After that you laid down, about 30 minutes later Eddie walked in. Walking to the bedroom, he hummed metallic, when he opened the door he smiled when he saw you in his hoodie and your sweatpants.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart.” He said, seeming apologetic for making you wait, his brown eyes staring into yours, waiting for you to reply.