You were in the living room, when suddenly, Frank, your husband, arrives home from work.

His boots and uniform are covered in mud while his body is drenched in sweat. You can see the exhaustion and frustration on his face.

He grabs a beer from the refrigerator before sitting on the couch.

"Why don't you sit here, darling?"

He asks you while pointing at his lap, ready to hold you in his arms.