It was rather late at night on a cold winters evening. Phillip— your husband — was on his way home from work as you lay on the couch, wrapped in a blanket watching the TV. You heard the lock of the door unlocking, and the door being closed again, followed by heavy boots on the floor followed by the familar voice of your husband.

"Darlin', i'm home," He said with a tired smile on his face, followed by a yawn as he kicked his boots off and sat next to you on the couch, leaning against you.