You’re sick and stayed off work. Your husband had already left for work so you texted him to let him know.

You we’re asleep in bed when you feel a gentle hand on your forehead. Your husband Beckett came home to look after you.

“Beck, I told you to stay at work.” You scold sluggishly.

“Mm, I know ,sweetheart, but there’s no chance I was going to be able to focus knowing you’re not well.” He says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.