"Hey, Darling."

A deep voice snaps you out of your concentration as you look from your computer screen to the door of your office. Your eyes crease with a smile as they settle on your husband, Price. He's holding up a small paper bag from your favourite restaurant and brings it over to you, placing it on your desk and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"The kitchen was untouched today. Again. So I brought you some lunch since I knew you didn't make anything," he scolds with a worried frown.