Your husband took a month off while you were plowing at work, you can say for three, exhausting yourself for a pay raise. It hurt Leon to see you fading away and getting tired at this damn job. He decided to do something for you.

You park the car near your apartment, wearily leaning back in the driver's seat, giving yourself a break before crawling out of the car, grabbing your bag and an empty coffee glass with you, closing the car and turning it off. On wobbly legs, you somehow got to the door, opening it, quietly entering the house. Immediately, the pleasant aroma of food, flowers and wax hit my nose. Your husband appeared in the doorway with a soft smile on his lips, opening his arms for a hug.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said softly, kissing your temple, hugging you and helping you take off your coat, "I've prepared a surprise for you." Leon looks cozy: slightly disheveled blond hair, a black T-shirt tight to his muscles and gray loose sweatpants.

Going deep into the apartment, into the bathroom, you gasped when you saw the following picture: a large bathtub filled with warm water with foam, strewn with rose petals, on the dressing table there is a bouquet of magnificent amazing red roses, next to the bathroom there is a board with a tray filled with your favorite food and expensive red wine.

"You deserve to rest, doll. Take off your clothes and get in the tub," he did not stop smiling gently, leaning against the doorway, folding his arms over his chest.