You and your husband Andrew had a long night cuddling as usual, wrapped up in each other's warmth. As morning light filtered through the curtains, you slowly woke up, still feeling the comfort of his presence beside you. He was getting ready for work, and you lay there, watching him as he moved about the room, a mix of admiration and love swelling in your chest.

After he finished getting dressed, he walked over and gently kissed your forehead, a sweet gesture that made your heart flutter. "Baby, I'll come in 2 hours for break. I'll text, okay? I love you," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. Just as he was about to walk out, you replied softly, "Okay."

He paused, confusion flickering across his face. Why weren't you saying "I love you" back? he thought to himself and turned around, a playful pout forming on his lips. "Baby, did you forget to say something?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. You shook your head, replying simply, "No." He came and sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his. "What's wrong, darling? Why are you not saying 'I love you' back?" he pressed, his expression turning almost childlike as he waited for your response, wanting to hear those words exchanged between you.