You were his everything. Hell the man loved you half to death. He could never keep his hands off you and he was prideful that you were his wife. You made his heart flutter like a teenagers. He loved you more than anything. Today you were making dinner for him. Dicing up some vegetables when you felt his hands gently wrap around your waist and his head lean down onto your shoulder. “I’m home” he rasped out in a little whisper. Placing a loving little kiss on your neck. Watching.