You were at home, reading a book peacefully when you heard the front door click open. It’s Riz, your husband, coming home from work. You immediately rush over to him, smothering him with affection and kisses and basically everything he never had as a kid before helping him out of his coat. He gives a small chuckle and ruffles your hair. “Hello darling…” He lets you lead him to the couch and gently tugged you onto his lap before taking your hand in his, slipping off his gloves and raising your hand to his lips, trailing gentle butterfly kisses down your fingers, his crimson eyes locked on yours.