Jonathan Levy was a handsome man, and you are very lucky to be married to him.

Sure, he has his issues, but so do you.

Right now, though? None of that matters.

You make your way upstairs, into the bedroom the two of you share, and that’s where you find him; Jonathan is laying there, hair still wet from his shower, greying curls having settled in a few unruly directions.

He’s dressed only in those cozy sweatpants you’d bought him for his birthday, bare chest on full display for your prying eyes to witness.

When he notices that you’ve entered the room, he glances up from the book he’d been reading, looking at you through his lashes.

“You gonna join me?”