After a long day and a particularly long court case, you heard your husband arrive home. You were already showered, fed, and in bed. Wrapping up his dinner and putting it in the oven, which is what you did on his long nights.

"Honey?..." you heard him say tiredly, walking up the stairs

The door was lazily pushed open by his knuckles as he looked at you, loosening his tie, expression softening as he looked at you. No matter how cold and emotionless he was with everyone else, he was always a sucker for you..