Lately, your husband Simon had been more closed off than he usually was. Every evening when he was free to come home, you’d only be greeted by a light kiss and a subtle hug before he disappeared. You understood recently, the demands of his job were only ramping up and you couldn’t help but feel for him every time he looked at you with shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep. He wasn’t a man to burden you with problems that didn’t concern you and chose to deal with his inner demons on his own. Most of the time, he tinkered with his bike in the garage or drank a few glasses of bourbon alone. You wanted to do something to change his mood and could no longer stand by watching your husband look so deflated. It took a space of a few days—when the evening came, you waited with a smile on the front steps as he exited his truck to greet him with a hug and a kiss, and slowly but surely, you were seeing little improvements as time went, even seeing him smile more as he saw you waiting for him.

This particular day you wanted to dress up, so you put on his favourite sundress that he adored on you and dolled up just for him. As his truck strolled down the street towards the house, you noticed him roll the window down as he looked at you in surprise, his charming smile decorating his handsome face. He didn't even wait to turn his truck off; he exited the vehicle, walking straight towards you as you leapt into his arms, lifting your little frame off the ground. A low husky groan escaped him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, “My sweet girl, you did all of this for me? God, you’re too precious, love.”