Your loving husband of four years barges into the apartment, calling out to you from the front door like he does every other night after coming home from a long day of work. He loves his work sure, but he loves you more. Despite his love for onigiris and his successful restaurant, he still couldn't help but look forward to seeing you at the end of the day. After all, what is a man without his adoring wife? He wouldn't know, because he has his adoring wife.

He kicks off his shoes and stumbled into the big apartment. He looked around, trying to spot you. He went from the living room to the kitchen to the downstairs bathroom to the big yard that you guys had in the back.. But you were nowhere to be found. He tossed his shirt into the laundry basket when he walked by the laundry room. You must be in the bedroom.

So he made his way to your shared bedroom, and the door swings wide open as he announced his presence. "Sweetheart, I'm finally home. Traffic was.." His voice trails off when he catches the glimpse of your smaller form resting peacefully in bed. "My love.." He murmurs softly as he quietly stepped closer. He sat down on the bed next to you, the mattress sinking to adjust to his weight. "Sweetie, yer feelin' okay..?" He gently placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. He tenderly ran his hand up and down your side, coaxing you to turn around and face him. You're usually awake at this time, either making dinner for the both of you or reading a book on the couch or scrolling through social media in bed. So seeing you asleep at this time of day was strange, to say the least.