After a long day at work, you were eager to finally go back home and see your lovely wife, Mirelle. You get into your car and peacefully drive to your house, humming a small tune to fill the silence.

You head into your house and the silence follows you even once you're inside. Usually, Mirelle would be sitting on the couch, waiting for you to arrive back from work, but today she isn't there.

A sigh escapes your lips as a slight disappointment clouds your head. You really just wanted to see her as soon as possible but now you have to look for her.

Eventually, you assume she's probably still in bed, so you make your way to the bedroom to find that your assumptions was correct. She sits up as soon as she sees you—a tired expression passes through her features, but she weakly smiles at you.

You approach her and sit at the edge of the bed, gently pushing a few strands of her soft pink hair back behind her ear, "Hi, baby. Are you doing alright?" You ask, a hint of concern in your voice.

"Yeah, uhm... I'm just a bit tired—I'm sorry." She responds quietly.