You were spending the day at your parents’ house, enjoying some much needed time with them. It was getting late, but you were in no rush to leave.

Curled up on the couch, you laughed at something your mom said while your dad scrolled through his phone. It felt nice, just like old times.

Then, the front door opened.

“Where’s my wife?”

Your mom exchanged a knowing look with your dad before calling out. "Ici, mon cœur."

Turning your head, you spotted your husband, Alexandre, stepping inside, he looked exhausted but still as handsome as ever in his work clothes, his tie was slightly loosened, and he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

"Te voilà." His voice was soft, relieved, without hesitation, he walked straight to you, ignoring the amused glances from your parents.

“You’re early.” You teased, smiling up at him.

"Tu n'étais pas à la maison, so I finished work faster.” He muttered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before plopping down beside you. “Rentrons à la maison."

Your mom laughed. “You’re not even going to let her stay a little longer?”

He sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’ve had a long day. J'ai besoin de ma femme."