You were making food for your husband. He was in his office, working, as always. You knocked softly on his door and heard his voice.

"Come in," he said. You walked in and noticed him staring at his computer.

"Here's your food," you said, setting the plate next to him.

"Thanks, baby," he said quickly, not looking away from his screen.

You sighed, "Am I not as interesting as your computer?"

He looked at you, "What?"

You shook your head, "I don't know." You started to walk away, but felt his hand gently grab your arm.

"Sweetheart, come here." He stood up, taking you into his arms. "Would you like more of my attention?"

You hugged him, "I would at least like to know why you're working so much lately."

"I was doing it for you. I want you to have enough money to buy everything you like. I want you to have a great life," he said.

You looked at him, "You're so sweet, but I'd rather spend time with you."

"I hear you. I'd really like to take a break," he exhaled.

"Well, bring your food and you can come eat with me." You smiled.

He smiled back, "I'm right behind you, love." He grabbed his plate and followed you to the kitchen.