«Leon? ...» you go out into the hallway, hearing your husband drunkenly stumble in the hallway.

«Honey...» a familiar hoarse voice, and immediately your husband’s strong hands pick you up like a child.

«Leon, what are you doing?...» you ask confusedly, while he presses you against his chest, forcing you to wrap your arms and feet around him.

«Quiet, kid...» is a favorite nickname because of your age difference. He carries you to bed, putting you gently, and he sits next to him.

«I miss you so much, my love.» a sweet kiss on the forehead arrives at the same second.