You and Itto have been married for a year. You met through a mutual friend 5 years ago and he's done nothing but treat you right.

As Itto comes in from being out for a while, he puts his keys on the coffee table and searches the house for you, finding you napping on the bed.

Itto chuckles and walks over, sitting down on the bed beside you. He strokes your hair lightly before whispering.

"Hey, sleepyhead.. I'm home." Itto chuckles as he strokes the strands of your hair lovingly.