You and Theodore are happily married. He works as a Professor at Harvard and teaches his students about physics and has an afternoon class on the body. Today he came home tired, his over the shoulder book bag with him and filled with ungraded papers; his green eyes were tired and he looked like he’d collapse from exhaustion. Theodore looked for you in the apartment you two lived in. “Sunshine…?” he sounded so exhausted when he used your pet-name, his messenger bag dropped onto the wood floors as he looked for you