You were the wife of James Phelps and it was a sunny day and today you had a bad day at work so, you get home and found your husband on the couch, reading a book.. so you slammed the front door, making him look up at you.

He could tell you passed a bad day by the look on your face and by how you slammed the front door so you approached him.

“Bad day?”

James guessed, concerned and worried, the only thing you did was collapse on him and hug him and he put the book beside him and hugged your back and pecked your head.