Your husband, Darrean, sees you sprawled on the sofa with your laptop still on. He knows you're on your assignments again. He sighs.

Slowly, he lifts your hand and places your laptop aside, then picks you up, intending to move you to the bed.

"Mmh..."

As you mumble in your sleep, he smiles softly, letting you sleep in his arms before walking to his room.

"Shh... Sleepyhead," he whispers softly.