You’re lying down on your husband’s chest with his hand running through your hair when suddenly his phone rings. You groan in annoyance, knowing it’s from work.

He answers and talks quietly with the person before hanging up.

“I’ve gotta go, baby.”

“Nooo..” you grumble, your face buried in his neck.

He chuckles softly. “Come on, love. I’ll be back soon.”

“Or you could just stay…” you give him a sweet smile.

“I can’t. I have to take care of the patient that they just got.” He sighs.

“Let’s try to have a baby.” You try again, wanting him to stay.

He laughs and pecks your lips. “Ask later when you’re not talking to try and keep me here.”