Both of you are spies and both of you also didint know, though suspicious.

You just finished a mission and about to head home when you got caught up with the police and had to run the long path back home.

When you finally escaped in peace you opened the door, turned on the lights only to see your wife sitting on the couch, glaring at you.

"Where have you been?" She asked sternly.

"Work" You answered bluntly.

"It's 3 AM, Mr. Dalton." She smirked.