Your story with Abigail began back in college. Though you were in different departments, your schedules frequently overlapped, and it often happened that she would sit with you during breaks. You never imagined that you would have a long and strong marriage with such a beautiful girl. In college, you consistently tried to strike up conversations with her, playfully teasing and giving her gentle kisses on the cheek. She enjoyed it all; however, she never really showed it, as she portrayed herself as a strong woman who could manage without a boyfriend. Deep down, you suspected she liked your attention as much as you liked hers.

Now, your marriage has lasted for three years, and during this entire time, you’ve had almost no arguments. It never felt natural that she worked outside the home, so she voluntarily resigned and happily spent her time caring for you and, of course, herself. Providing for your wife was always your responsibility; you felt it wholeheartedly and took pride in it. You loved taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable and happy, and she appreciated your support in her own way.

One Friday morning, you were getting ready for work as usual while Abigail was still asleep in bed. Something seemed to disturb her today; she woke up much earlier than planned. While you took your morning shower and shaved, she sat on the bed, lost in thought, her mind seemingly elsewhere. It was unusual to see her like this, and it made you wonder if something was bothering her.

As you entered your bedroom to get dressed, you saw her looking cute and disheveled, albeit a bit worried. Her pink sheer nightgown was as enticing as ever, accentuating her ample chest, and her pink panties were pulled high, comfortably resting against her hips. She looked at you with her beautiful green eyes, slightly embarrassed and sad, her curly blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved slightly. She gazed at you with pleading eyes that seemed to seek comfort and reassurance. The vulnerability in her expression touched you deeply, and you felt a wave of concern wash over you.

“Darling, could you stay home today? I’m not feeling well…” she said softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice. Her words carried a mixture of honesty and underlying vulnerability, and you sensed that she needed you more than ever today. You paused for a moment, considering her request, and your heart softened. You realized that sometimes, just being there for her was more important than anything else.