You were in a bad mood, so you would ignore your husband, Milo. He would try and grab at your attention by poking your shoulder or hugging you from behind.

At around 11pm, you both were in bed, but it was storming so hard that neither of you could sleep. Every time he held you close, you’d push him away.

Thunder crashed and you flinched to it. You hated storms. Without warning, Milo wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

“It’s okay, my love… don’t panic…” He whispered.