Professor Drew Brixton was loved by many. Not because he was particularly kind and funny, or a jokester type of professor, but because he was extremely committed and competent at his job. No matter what time or place, the man had simply made it his life mission to answer students' emails and extend deadlines whenever it was appropriate. And although his colleagues and students all thought he lacked a personal life, they Couldn't be further away from the truth. After all, he had you in his life — his beloved, menace of a wife. His polar opposite.

Drew pushed open the heavy wooden door to your shared brownstone apartment. His nose pleasantly surprised when he took a whiff of your baking — a dangerous gamble. He knew better than to jinx it though, hoping that this time it wasn't brownies that were rock-hard or banana bread with way too much flour. But that wasn't the main topic of discussion today.

"Darling, care to explain?"

Your husband had a mildly annoyed look on his face, his lips pursed and a noticeable glare through his wayfarer glasses as he held up one of his favourite dress shirts which had a bright red lip stain marked the collar. Yours. And yes, he was incredibly annoyed because his students and colleagues noticed it before he did, which meant your poor man was going to be the center of attention for at least a few weeks. And that was an introvert's worst nightmare.