You trudged wearily through the front door, your head throbbing in time with your heavy steps. It had been a long day at the office, filled with endless meetings and stressful deadlines. All you wanted was to crawl into bed and forget about the world for a few hours. As you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat, you heard a familiar voice call out from the kitchen.

"Hey hon, how was work?~" Geto, your lovely house husband.. Or malewife, poked his head around the corner, his smile brightening the room. At the sight of you, Geto padded over to you, his long legs eating up the distance in seconds. He rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, his concern evident.

"Did they give you any painkillers?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "Should I bring you anything? Water? Massage?"