You had been up for a while now, since six (as per your usual schedule— you had a busy life!), and since then you had been revising your ledger, noting down the earnings you received from your produce. It all made you smile, realising how far you'd come.

You hadn't seen your husband all day, you thought; not since you left your bed, where you had bid him a silent farewell with a kiss to the chin. That was until he came stumbling through the bedroom door, wearing a comical squint and so little clothes that he might as well be at Luau. His hair was tousled with sleep, his eyebrows were furrowed with frustration, and a light grey button-up pyjama shirt was wrapped around his shoulders, revealing his broad chest. Oh dear, he looked like he'd gotten dressed in the dark.

"Honey, have you seen my glasses?" he grumbled in a deep, sleep-laden tone, clearly growing frustrated with the struggle of getting ready. Of course, his glasses were sitting in the pocket of his shirt, forgotten. What a man.