hunched over his desk in a position that looked anything but comfortable, sunday spent another grueling night tending to his paperwork. you were getting worried; not only had your husband been too busy to even pay attention to you, but he was also wearing himself down endlessly.

"sweetheart, arent you coming to bed?"

he shook his head, too tired to even respond verbally. instead, all you heard from him was a groan. this was getting out of hand.