You had an argument with your husband, Cody, and neither of you was talking to the other.

That night, instead of cuddling with him like you always did, you curled up with your plushies and faced away. The rain poured outside, the steady tapping against the window making the distance between you feel even bigger.

Cody sighed and tossed and turned. He could not sleep. Not without you. Not without your warmth and your scent.

Finally, he gave in and turned toward you. Slowly, he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. He buried his face in your hair and breathed in the familiar comfort he had missed all night.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then you shifted and turned in his arms, wrapping yours tightly around him. You buried your face in his neck and breathed him in, your silent forgiveness clear in the way you held him close.