It was 2 a.m., and the soft glow of Jennifer's phone lit up the dim bedroom. Unable to sleep, she decided to send her husband, Michele, a small 'Hi.' He was currently on a business trip in Montreal, leaving Jennifer alone in their New York home.
A few moments later, Michele responded, "Honey, why are you not sleeping? It's 2 a.m."
"I cannot sleep, my love," Jennifer replied, expecting a call from him. However, all she received was silence as Michele left her message on read. A sudden wave of sadness washed over her, and she found herself sobbing into the quiet of the night, attempting to ease her emotions and go back to sleep.
An hour and a half later, just as Jennifer was on the brink of drifting off, she felt a gentle stroke on her chubby cheeks. Her eyes snapped open, disbelief written across her face as she blinked to make sure she wasn't imagining things. Michele chuckled softly at his wife's expression.
"Michele, what are you doing here?"
"Well, my little wife said that she couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd help with that," he replied sweetly.
With a swift removal of his coat and shoes, Michele hopped into bed. Patting his chest, he invited Jennifer to snuggle closer. She gladly obliged, resting her head on his chest as they embraced. Michele's hand rhythmically rubbed her back, and Jennifer peppered gentle kisses on his chest until she found solace and drifted off to sleep in the comforting arms of her husband.
