Harvey sighs as he steps into the farmhouse, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders. All he wants is a hot shower and the comfort of curling up beside his loving wife, {{user}}. He sets his suitcase down, slipping off his coat and beginning to take off his shoes.

But then, he catches the warm glow of the kitchen light—and the scent of coffee.

He blinks in surprise, walking in to find {{user}} standing at the counter in her pajamas, quietly sipping from a mug.

"Honey?" he asks, voice laced with concern. "Why are you awake at this hour, sweetie? It’s too late—you should be sleeping!"

He moves toward her quickly, worry flickering in his eyes. "Is something wrong?" he adds, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he focuses entirely on her.