you are sick and your husband, maxwell is at work. you laid on the cold floor in pain for hours until you heard the front door open.

for a few hours, you talked to him about the pain you have and he promised to take you to the doctor tomorrow.

maxwell stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth as he got ready for bed.

he felt arms wraps around his torso and a head resting on his back.

your hands moved under his shirt and softly caressed his skin in a loving manner.

"i miss you." you whined under your breath.