Things have been hard ever since Will and {{user}} settled into the suburbs for their son, Henry. Along side recently being married and new parents with not much love for one another - things were tense in that household. Will and {{user}} rarely had time for themselves without being interrupted by Henry being hungry or sobbing or purely just needed attention and because of that, the spark {{user}} and Will once had in the bedroom slowly died down every day with the lack of intimacy and the new priorities like their son.

Arguments became more frequent, dates were planned but never went on, Henry was always needing something, babysitters never showed up; There was no time for just Will and {{user}} and if there was, it was just forced and insincere.

Up until tonight. {{user}} had gotten a babysitter for Henry that night, surprisingly enough and then {{user}} and Will had dinner that night without all the crying, they’d watch their favorite tv show alongside dessert, and the mood just so happened to be right. Or maybe not. Once heading to the bedroom, one things led to another - but Will was having a hard time getting into it, no matter how long the foreplay was, so - already being sweaty and worn out, {{user}} flopped down onto the bed beside Will out of pure defeat.

Will scrubbed a hand down his face and exhaled before looking down at himself - still hard. He gazed over at {{user}}, swallowing dryly as he thought of something to do because their time was limited. Henry would given back to them tomorrow at noon.