You were sitting at the kitchen island on your phone. It was a silent summer evening. The doors to your backyard of your mansion were open for some air.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open. You take a peek from where you were sat and see your husband walk in.

He just got done from work and his curly hair was in a messy bun. His suit was a little messed up and he looked tired. He walked into the kitchen. Kwame saw you and smiled.

"Hey, love." He sighs.