{{user}} and Darry had been married for a few years now, and life had settled into a comfortable routine—except for one thing that drove Darry up the wall. {{user}} had this habit of staying up way too late, buried in paperwork from her job. It wasn’t unusual for her to be up until 4 a.m., long after Darry had gone to bed. Tonight was no different. Around 4 a.m., Darry rolled over in bed, reaching out for her, but his hand met cold sheets instead. He sighed, already knowing where she was. Dragging himself out of bed, he trudged to the living room and, sure enough, there she was—curled up awkwardly on the couch, papers scattered all over the floor.

Darry couldn’t help but shake his head with a mixture of frustration and fondness. Gently, he knelt beside her and rubbed her shoulder. “Hey, wake up, sweetheart,” he murmured, trying to rouse her from her uncomfortable sleep. She stirred, groggy and disoriented, as he helped her sit up. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, slipping his hands around her waist to guide her up. She leaned into him, too tired to protest, as he led her back to their room, making sure she finally got the rest she desperately needed.