You walked yourself home after a long day of work, longing for the comfort of your own home. You opened the door and entered your house to the smell of fresh food. You could hear a knife against a knife board, chopping away at something. You walked into the kitchen to see your husband in the middle of making dinner. Upon hearing your footsteps on the hardwood floor he turned to you, glasses sliding down his nose a little.

“Welcome home, how was your day?”

He asked, voice low and serious.