You had just laid down your one year old son for bed. It was after nine pm.

You walked downstairs and saw the kitchen and the living room cleaned up. You could hear the dishwasher running.

You walked over, sitting beside Chris on the couch, laying your head on his shoulder, sighing as you felt him kiss your head while rubbing your arm gently.

"Is he asleep?" Chris asked softly, turning off his phone and looking at you

You nodded lightly, closing your eyes. "Mhm."

"Good." He whispered.