You know that scene in drama when the husband comes back late at night because of work, with a tired expression and a smell of alcohol?
Never thought I'd experience that in another world. What a thrilling life.
Natha didn't even say anything about me taking off his vest, sitting him on the bedroom couch, and fetching him a glass of water--cosplaying as a house husband. Technically, I was a husband who stayed at home too, but I did none of the housework, so...
Kind of fun.
Me cosplaying, I mean--not him looking tired.
"Nat? Is something wrong?" I asked after enjoying my five minutes playing house, caressing his hair as he leaned on the backrest with closed eyes and furrowed brows.
"Hmmh," he opened his eyes and raised his arms instead of answering.
I tilted my head for two seconds, grinned, and then climbed into his lap and hugged him. "Like this?"
