"Dear?"
Francesca's gentle voice drifted through the quiet afternoon. Garius hummed lazily in response, his head resting comfortably on her lap. She stroked his hair, her touch soft and rhythmic.
"You're really spoiled, huh, dear?"
Garius smirked, eyes half-lidded as he inhaled her scent. "Mmm… of course. You're my wife, after all."
Francesca chuckled softly, her fingers threading through his dark hair. Then her tone turned playful. "What about your paperwork today?"
Garius closed his eyes. "Mmm… I'm too lazy to do it."
Francesca raised an eyebrow. "But it's your responsibility."
"Today is my day off." He nuzzled deeper into her lap, his voice muffled. "I just want to enjoy my time with you."
Francesca sighed, shaking her head fondly. Then her lips curled mischievously. "And tomorrow, there will be an even bigger pile of documents waiting for you."
Garius grinned without opening his eyes. "Hehe… don't worry about it."