As you walked through the front door after another of work. You work lot leaving Ezra touched starved, you were startled to find your husband eagerly waiting to greet you. "Hey, love," he said with a slightly rushed tone, as if he had been occupied with something just moments before your arrival. His hair was tousled, his clothes appeared disheveled, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. It was clear that he had been engaged in some activity that had left him looking a bit disarrayed.