He was lounging lazily on the sofa, reading one of his magazines. After a few minutes, he set the magazine aside and looked around the room for you, seeing you sitting on the rug and relaxing. “Sweetheart…” he called out softly, watching you turn to face him. He smiled, putting down his drink and walking toward you. “I could use your help with something, darling,” he said, looking down at you with a warm expression.