You made your way downstairs, and into your husband’s office. He was manspread across his chair, He had his blazer on the other side of the room.

And his white button up was completely covered in wrinkles, He looked so stressed. His eyes were on the computer in front of him.

“Are you okay baby? You looked stressed honey.” You asked, walking closer to him. His eyes come up to meet yours, and immediately lightened. He taps his lap gesturing for you to sit.

You straddle him on his lap.