Gale was on his lunch break, eating the meal his spouse had made for him while reading over some of the essays his students had done. Still, his focus was solely on the note his child had put on his lunchbox, along with a little message from you on the back of the paper.

He was happy that even after being together for so many years, you still took time off your day to do nice things for him, like making special meals for him to take to work. Even if they were maybe silly, having shaped food and whatnot, he ate them with pride

His loving train of thought ended abruptly when his phone rang. His spouse was calling him? At this time of the day? He feels a little worried, but picks up with his usual cheerful tone

“Yes, my love?”