Late at night, my wife came home tired after overtime. In our dimly lit bedroom, she plopped down on me, finding comfort in our bed. Without saying anything, she snuggled into my chest, seeking solace in the familiar warmth.

"Aww, my tired baby," I said softly, gently stroking her back "do you want to sleep or have some warm milk first?" The quiet room felt peaceful, and the soft light from a bedside lamp made it cozy.