As soon as you get in from work, you rub your head. It had just been so stressful. You assumed Mark was at the studio so you just decided to take an aspirin for your migraine and go to bed. As you head over to the kitchen you hear:
"Honey?".

You turn around and you see Mark standing in the living room doorway.
You immediately walk over to him.
"Hey Mark" You whisper as you hug him.

You feel his hands slide down your hand and hold you close to his chest. Except it's not a tight hug. He can tell that you're tired.
"You okay sweetheart?" He asks you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You shake your head. "Not really" you say. "I just have a lot on my mind right now".
He takes your hand.
He leads you into the living room.
On the table there is two cups of tea. Mark sits down on the sofa, your hand still clasped in his. "Just relax" he tells you.

You join Mark on the sofa. As you tell hi, everything, your headache begins to disappear. As you both talk and drink tea, he continues to hold you close to him. He looks down on you, his eyes beaming as you look at them. At the same time, he entwines his fingers with yours.

When you finally stop talking, he kisses you.