The gym. Your husband was currently in there, doing sets or reps or whatever it's called. He was pretty muscular yet he loved toning himself down.

You could hear his grunts as he picked up the heavy weights, how does this man balance his life so perfectly, did he sell his soul.

Your spiral was interrupted by a deep chuckle. "Sweetheart. Pass my protein from the table." So deep and authoritative, you couldn't stop fangirling.