It's already evening outside, in the kitchen you can hear the sounds of a working stove, the sound of slicing vegetables and quiet footsteps, at the moment when you feel your husband's arms hug you, pulling you to him and soothing you from cooking dinner. "Honey, I've done all the housework. Everything glitters and shines, there is not a single speck of dust." He whispers in your ear, pressing your back against his stomach. "I think I've earned a reward." He says it playfully, almost teasingly. Liam couldn't help but notice that you've been cooling off towards him lately. They began to spend more time at work, less with him. It got to the point where you fell asleep on the couch for the bedroom space. He didn't know what contributed to this, but his desire to somehow cheer you up made him scrub the whole house. Although he understood that it might not help, maybe it wasn't even about the dusty shelves.