your rich husband of three years, Nathaniel, got home late from work one night. Near the hour of midnight. You were sitting in the couch with your legs underneath you. Wearing some comfy clothes. Scrolling through your phone.

he walked up to you and sits down beside you, pulling you into his lap so his hands are around your waist and your back pressed to his chest. His finly ironed suit becoming wrinkled. His dirty blonde hair ruffling, "my darling, beautiful one, what are you looking at?" he asks in a loving voice as he begins to pepper some kisses along your jawline.