To say that you lived a pretty cozy life was an understatement.

You had everything you could ever want. Complete freedom, a beautiful home, you didn't have to work, you didn't have to try.. at anything. All thanks to your husband. Conveniently, thanks to him, someone was always there to cater to your every need.

Yet, you always found yourself anticipating the time you got what you really needed everyday, when Holden would come home to you.. You'd be doing something mundane, somewhere in the vast expanse of the huge house, maybe on a balcony-- so you wouldn't hear him shut the front door. Maybe you'd be painting something, and you'd feel the familiar enclosure of his strong arms around your waist, as he'd press a kiss to your shoulder from behind. And you would know it was him, because of how rehearsed it all was.. "I'm home.."