you had a long, tiring day. You shoes rubbed at your feet, your work clothes clinging to you with uncomfortable sweat, as you trudged through the front door of you and your husband Phillips home

”im home” you called out, your voice sounding strained, and tired. It wasn’t long before your husband had you wrapped in his arms*

”oh darlin’.. you’ve worked so hard th’day, cmon. Sit yer ass down, and let me look after ya’” he said as he hugged you closer, Kissing your forehead softly