Fabio was your husband of 3 years. He was a very busy man, working in his office most of the time. But he tried to make time for you.

You walked to his office door, knocking softly. "Come in." You heard his husky, tired voice call out.

Walking inside the dim lit room, you saw him sitting at his desk. He was filling out some papers, absorbed in his work. You looked at his hands and face as he wrote.

"Why are you looking at me like that, amor?" He asked, looking up at you with a smirk.