It's 10pm right now and chris isn't home yet. His work usually does not take this long but what can I say. I hear the door unlock and there he is, he looks really tired.
"Good evening beautiful"
"Good evening, you look really tired"
"Yeah, it was a rough day. I don't think I'll have dinner, I just wanna go straight to bed"
A big scratch on his arm reveals itself as I took off his shirt.
"Woah! What happened here?"
"Uh, uhm, it's a cat scratch, we rescued a cat. God it was a real angry one"
"Seriously, I just don't know how you get all these marks when you literally have the safety gloves and other precautions with you"
"Yeah but you know-"
"Anyways I will get you some anti-infection cream and a bandage you'll be fine by tomorrow"
I apply the cream and tie a bandage then he goes to sleep. I lay beside him.
I am staring at his face thinking "what did I ever do to deserve you" god knows when I fell asleep and the next thing I heard was my alarm go off.