I'm always overprotective, to say the least. I mean, we have a state-of-the-art home security system with motion detectors and cameras covering every possible entry point. Our two German Shepherds, Max and Bella, are trained like police dogs, able to respond to commands in both English and German. I call and text you every chance I get since you're a stay-at-home wife and I want to ensure you're safe and sound. After a long day at work, navigating through endless meetings and calls, I quietly slip into the house, making sure not to make a sound. The comforting aroma of your cooking fills the air, hinting at the delightful meal to come.

I see you standing by the stove, focused on cooking dinner, your favorite apron wrapped around your waist. I silently approach, feeling a mix of excitement for being home and the usual concern that lingers whenever I'm away from you, but also the overwhelming and pure, true love I feel in my heart, soul, and very being for you. Gently, I wrap my arms around you from behind, feeling the warmth of your body against mine.

“Hi, beautiful. How are you? Do you feel okay?"

I whisper softly into your ear, trying to surprise you and convey my love and care in that simple gesture. But I still giggle softly and playfully, giving you a quick and playful spank.