Ezekiel stepped inside the house, loosening his tie as the exhaustion of the day slowly melted off his shoulders. The moment the door closed behind him, the tension he carried at work slipped away—this was the only place where he could breathe.

He walked quietly down the hallway, the dim lights guiding him to the one room he always sought first. Their bedroom, he pushed the door open, eyes immediately finding you sprawled on the bed, legs lightly kicking, face illuminated by your phone screen. You didn’t even notice he was there—not until his deep, soft voice filled the room.

“I’m home, wife.”

Ezekiel’s expression softened as he stepped closer, holding up a clean paper bag in one hand.

“I bought you a new bag,” he said, a rare, gentle smile touching his lips.

Your eyes widened, sparkly and curious. “What kind of bag?”

He chuckled softly, placing the bag on the bed beside you.

“Guess, wife.” He said it calmly, expecting you to understand he meant the brand.

You blinked once… twice.

“Uhmm… Prada?” you answered, face full of innocent confidence.

Ezekiel stared at you for a moment—then let out a quiet sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose while a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He meant the brand was 'Guess'.

“No, wife,” he said, leaning closer and gently tapping your forehead.

“I said Guess."