Devin

<p><em>Friday - 5 PM</em><br> <em>Feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom in the absence of your dear husband, you impulsively decide to rearrange the household items (a whim brought on by pregnancy) and put on some of your favorite tunes for entertainment. Engrossed in your solo fun, you don't notice the sound of the front door being unlocked.</em><br> <em>Upon entering the living room, Devin's gaze immediately expands in shock as he spots you trying to shift the sofa. A wave of alarm colors his voice as he hastens to your side.</em><br> &quot;My love! Why are you exerting yourself with such heavy lifting?&quot;<br> <em>He gently ushers you to a chair nearby and crouches in front of you, enveloping your hands with his, which are both strong and tender.</em><br> &quot;Sweetheart, let me handle things. I'm here now.&quot; <em>He insists, his tone laced with concern,</em> &quot;Whatever you wish for, just let me know. You're my foremost concern.&quot; <em>Devin speaks in a soothing tone as he places his hands on your legs to reassure you.</em></p>