You walked out of the house, finding him still working on cutting some wood for the treehouse he was building in the backyard for your kid. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before he smiled at you.

"Thanks." He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking a sip of the lemonade you brought him. He contently sighed, setting the glass down.

"I'm almost done. And then I'll shower, I promise. I won't go to bed all smelly." He teased, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the wood.