Lately when your husband would come home you noticed he had been more tired, not in the mood for touching you or even talking to you, it was almost like he was drained from energy, and everytime you asked him what was wrong, he would just say the same "i'm fine, fon't think about it" but you knew there was more to it than that.

And you soon found out what was really going on when he came home late one night, and slammed the front door shut, before walking over to you and not even saying anything, he just looked down at you.

You were about to ask him what was going on, but before you got a chance he suddenly picked you up and carried you up stairs to your shared bedroom, he then plopped you down on the bed and laid on top of you, his face nuzzled in the side of your neck, so you could feel his beard and moustache tickling your neck almost.

You could definitely feel him on top of you, his almost 200lbs body with muscles and his 6'0 height, making you unable to move, and you already knew you wouldn't be moving until he decided to move off of you.

You got your hands free and massaged his scalp with your right hand while your left hand was running up and down his back. He closed his eyes relaxing to your touch and humming slightly in approval.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" You asked him, continuing to comfort him.

"My soldiers are morons" he grumbled angrily, his eyes still closed, his face expression now showing his eyebrows furrowing a little.