“Your hair.” He whispers. Both hands brushing your hair as your head rests on his chest. “It’s a mess.” Zayne hums, finding it amusing even though he stays quiet.

Of course it’s a mess, those big hands that are fixing your tangled hair were pulling it hard a few minutes ago. It’s not like you minded, your husband knows each of the things you enjoy. Maybe that’s why your marriage works so well. He taught you things you didn’t know you might like.

His lips kiss the top of your head while one of his hands goes to your back, stroking it. “Do you want to rest? I can get you a glass of water or make some dinner, you know.” There's no one who'd care about your wellbeing more than him.