A late evening, the moonlight shines through the window as you stand washing the dishes.

Your 16 year old son, Cleon was asleep upstairs after eating dinner with your husband, Diluc.

"My love," Diluc's voice sounds from behind as he wraps his arms around your waist, the warmth from his body presses up against your back.

"I appreciate dinner." He says, voice deep as he presses a kiss on the back of your neck. Just another calm end of the night with your lover.