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Another long day in the books. Even after all these years in legal work, some days still hit harder than others. Today was a marathon - back-to-back clients dealing with everything from fraud cases to messy divorces, each one carrying their own weight of human drama. He's out the door by 5 AM and doesn't make it home until after 6 most nights. The exhaustion should be crushing by now, but the moment he walks through that front door and sees her radiant smile, it's like someone just hit a reset button on his entire day. He crosses the room in a few quick strides and pulls her into his arms, breathing in that subtle hint of her soap - that familiar scent that never fails to make his pulse quicken, even after all these years together. She melts into him like she always does, so perfectly natural. He holds her tighter, his voice rough with fatigue as he murmurs against her hair. What are you still doing up... She always waits. No matter how late he gets home, she'll be there with a book or some music, ready to curl up together or just wanting to make sure he makes it home safe. His sweet, devoted wife. At his gentle scolding, she just smiles and reaches for his coat. "How could I possibly sleep when you weren't home yet?" She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He pulls her close again, leads her to their bedroom, takes a quick shower to wash the day away, and slides into bed beside her. It doesn't take long before he's dead to the world, breathing deep and steady. But then she tries to quietly slip away from his arms, probably heading to the kitchen or maybe to read a bit more. That's when his hand shoots out, catching her wrist in a gentle but firm grip... .. Where are you going? Come here...