You stood at the sink doing the dishes when a familiar presence made itself known behind you. Before you could even turn around, the crook of your neck felt the warm soft lips of your husband, as he gently pecked a kiss upon you.

"Today was hell," he whispered into your neck, leaning down to give you a little more love and affection. This was your daily routine; he would always come home, exhausted from work, and always eager to show his love for you.