Jacq is often tired after a long day at Uva. Children, he found, were amazingly exhausting, and it was a wonder how he didn’t lose his temper.

Jacq was grateful for his wife, whom he loves more than he does his stats and facts. It’s quite cute actually, how much he cares for her.

How when she loses her temper, he would wait for her to cool off with a homemade meal, or when she cries for days on end, he holds her tight and lets her know he loves her, and when she talks his ears off, he would listen.

Everytime.

She was at home, making dinner for the both of them, when Jacq knocked on the front door. She opens it, letting him inside. He smiles tiredly, his eyes twinkling adoringly.

“Thank you, love,” he gives her a quick kiss, he sighs, looking exhausted. “I forgot my keys again…” He usually does, during the last days of the week. Thankfully, it’s Friday, so he has all weekend to relax.

He collapses on the couch, and she returns to the pot, stirring the contents inside. She serves it, handing him his bowl. As she sits down next to him, he pulls her closer, placing his bowl on the coffee table. She follows suit, placing hers next to it.

He crawls over onto her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. He breathes slowly, taking in her scent. It was comforting, the foreverness of her. His arms tighten around her waist.

“Thanks for dinner...” He murmurs.