#bogummy

You offered him a weary smile. "Did you eat yet?"

Bogum took note of the weariness in your smile and raised an eyebrow in concern. He shook his head at your question, his gaze fixated on you intently.

"No, not yet. I was waiting for you." He answered honestly, his expression becoming slightly concerned.

He stepped closer to you, gently taking your hand in his and leading you further inside. He gazed at your face, noting the fatigue in your features.

"Is everything alright? You look tired."

"I just had a long day at work.." You responded softly as you followed him, letting him guide you.

Bogum nodded as he listened to you, leading you to the couch and gently helping you sit down before taking the seat beside you. His hand remained holding yours, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner. His gaze stayed on you, his expression soft and filled with concern.

"That sounds tough. Would you like to tell me about it? Maybe I can help ease your burden a bit." He asked quietly, his voice carrying a hint of care and worry.

You started talking about your day, how stressed you were at work and the little inconvenience you encountered throughout the day.

Bogum listened intently, his expression becoming one of empathetic understanding. He didn't interrupt you, letting you get everything off your chest. His grip on your hand tightened gently as if to offer assurance and comfort.

Once you finish talking, he gently squeezed your hand.

"Sounds like you've had a rough day... I'm sorry you have to go through that, love." He said softly, his tone filled with sincerity. He gently lift your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

He continued to hold your hand and moved closer to you on the couch, his free arm going around your shoulders and gently drawing you closer. His touch was tender and comforting, a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe a warm bath to help you relax? Or some tea?" He asked softly, his eyes watching you closely, wanting to do anything to ease the burden you're carrying.

"Yes please, hubby." you answered softly.

A soft smile appeared on Bogum's face at being called 'hubby.' He felt a sense of warmth at the term of endearment.

"Of course, darling. Let me prepare everything for you."

He stand up from the couch, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a moment before completely letting go. He then make his way towards the bathroom, preparing to draw a warm bath and fetch some tea for you.

You leaned back on the couch and let out a soft sigh.

Bogum returned from the bathroom a few moments later, having finished preparing the warm bath. He noticed your sigh and walked toward you.

"The bath is ready. Let me help you, darling."

He offered his hand to you, helping you stand up from the couch and guiding you towards the bathroom. The warm, soothing scent of bath salts wafts through the air. The bathtub was filled with steaming water, ready for you to relax in.

You entered the bathroom, the atmosphere instantly soothing you.

Bogum stayed by your side, watching as you enter the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you as the warm steam enveloped you.

"Take your time and relax. If you need anything, just shout, alright?" He said gently, an encouraging smile on his face. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room as if checking to see what else you might need.

You turned to Bogum with a soft smile on your face. "Thank you, hubby." You said appreciatively before you undress and proceed to step into the bathtub, sinking in the warm water.

Bogum watched you, his smile widening at being called "hubby" once again. He watched as you undress and step into the tub.

"You're welcome, darling. Just relax and take as much time as you need."

He continued to stand by the door, his eyes on you as you bask in the warmth of the water. His expression was one of care and concern, wanting to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed. The soft sound of the water sloshing gently as you move filled the room.

You closed your eyes, your body relaxing in the warm bath.

Bogum stood there, silently observing you as you relax in the water. He watched as your body slowly relaxes, the tension in your muscles dissipating. A gentle smile appeared on his face, seeing the stress and fatigue slowly fading away from you. He remained quiet, giving you the space you need to unwind and find tranquility.

You occasionally let out sighs of contentment, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Bogum's smile widened at the sound of your sighs of contentment. He could tell that the warm bath was having a soothing effect on you, and he felt a sense of relief knowing that he's able to help you relax and find solace. He remained leaned against the doorframe, still keeping a watchful eye on you, but not wanting to disturb your peaceful moment.

After a while, you were done taking your bath and tried to step out of the bathtub.

Bogum, ever so attentive, immediately stepped closer as you attempt to step out of the bathtub. He offered a hand to help you stand, his other hand coming around to securely hold your waist, ensuring you maintain your balance.

"Careful, darling. The floor can be slippery." He said softly, his voice gentle as he assisted you out of the bathtub and onto the bathroom floor.

You held onto him and safely got out of the bathtub.

Bogum kept his arm around your waist, steadying you as you fully step out of the bathtub. Once you're safely out, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, gently patting you dry.

"There you go. Feeling a bit better now?" He asked softly, his gaze fixed on you, his touch remaining gentle as he dry your skin.

You nodded in affirmation, looking at him with a warm expression, allowing him to dry you off.

Bogum gently continued to dry your body, using the towel to gently pat and absorb the water from your skin. His touch was gentle, careful not to be too rough as he ensured every part of you is dry. His eyes never leave yours—his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness.

"Good. I'm glad you're feeling a bit more relaxed now." He said softly, his free hand gently rubbing your shoulder. Once he's finished, he wrapped the towel securely around your body, covering you up.

"I'm feeling a lot better now." You uttered, smiling genuinely at him.

Bogum return the smile, his expression filled with warmth.

"I'm really glad to hear that, darling."

He gently ran his fingers through your damp hair, gently brushing it back.

"Do you feel up to putting on some comfortable clothes?" He asked softly, his eyes scanning your face to gauge your tiredness.

"Mm yes."

Bogum nodded in response, his hand gently coming down to take yours.

"Alright, let's go then."

He gently guided you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Once inside, he led you to the closet, his hand gently releasing yours to allow you to select your clothes.

"What would you like to wear? Something comfortable and loose?" He questioned, his tone gentle and considerate.

You nodded in agreement.

Bogum smiled softly and gently opened the closet doors for you, allowing you to browse through your clothes. He stand beside you, watching and waiting for you to pick out what you want to wear.

"Take your time, darling." He said softly, his hand gently resting on your lower back, a subtle gesture of support and presence.

You picked your clothes and changed into your fitted long-sleeve gray top and loose, cozy cream-colored sweatpants, looking relaxed and all. You felt more comfortable and warm.

Bogum watched as you change, his eyes filled with affection. He could see that you're looking more comfortable and relaxed, which bring a sense of satisfaction to him. Once you've changed into your cozy outfit, he smiled at you, his gaze filled with tenderness.

"You look so comfortable and warm now, darling. I'm glad you're feeling better." He said softly, his hand gently rubbing your upper arm, showing his affection.

You looked over at him, smiling gently as you take a hold of his pinky, your touch subtly affectionate. "Let's have tea before going to bed, hubby."

Bogum's heart fluttered at the subtle affection you show through your touch. The tender gesture of holding his pinky fill him with warmth.

"Of course, darling." He responded softly, a gentle smile on his face. He interlocked his pinky with yours, holding it delicately as he turn toward the door.

"Let's head back to the living room and get your tea ready."

"Alright..." You followed closely beside him to the living room, your footsteps in sync.

Bogum led the way to the living room, his pinky still intertwined with yours. You make your way to the couch, and he gently guided you to sit down, before taking a seat next to you.

He glanced at you, his expression soft and warm, as he gently placed a hand on your thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Just relax for a moment, darling. I'll go and prepare your tea. Is chamomile fine with you?"

You nodded in response.

Bogum smiled gently at your response.

"Alright, I'll go prepare your chamomile tea. Stay here and relax."

He gently squeezed your thigh before standing up and walking toward the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of chamomile tea in his hands. He approached back to where you're seated and gently placed the cup in front of you.

"Here you go, darling. Freshly brewed chamomile tea for you."

You cradled the cup in your hands and slowly bring it to your lips, taking a sip of the chamomile tea which instantly soothes you.

Bogum took a seat next to you once again, his gaze fixed on you as you sip the tea. He watched the tension in your shoulders slowly ease, noting the way your expression relaxed as the hot liquid warms your body. The atmosphere in the living room was peaceful and quiet, the only sound being the occasional sipping of tea and the soft hum of the wind from outside.

He remained quiet, his leg lightly brushing against yours as he let you soak in the tranquility of the moment. His eyes never leave you, filled with quiet concern and affection.

While drinking, you turned your head to look at Bogum, your gaze soft. "Thank you for today, hubby." You spoke sincerely.

Bogum's expression softened, his eyes meeting yours in a tender gaze. His expression was one of quiet happiness, his heart swelling with affection at the sound of you calling him 'hubby.'

"You don't have to thank me, darling. I'm here for you, always." He replied softly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance and certainty.

He gently shifted closer to you on the couch, his leg now firmly pressed against yours as he gently pats your hand that's holding the cup.

Your heart warms at his words. You take a moment to finish your tea, set it down before scooting closer to Bogum on the couch and leaning into his side, seeking his comfort and warmth.

Bogum smiled softly as you scoot closer to him, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. He gently pulled you in, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. His touch was firm yet tender, a silent reassurance that he's there for you, always.

He gently pats your back, his other hand running through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as he looked down at you warmly.

Your eyes flutter closed, relaxing further in his presence. You leaned into his touch ever so slightly, a content smile appearing on your face.

Bogum felt his heart warm at the sight of you relaxing in his arms. He continued to gently massage your scalp, his touch soothing and tender. The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of your soft sighs of contentment. He could feel your body grow looser against him, the tension from before melting away.

He leaned his head against yours, his hand still gently rubbing your back.

"Feeling better, darling?" He asked softly, his voice gentle and filled with caring.

You hummed in response and murmured affectionately: "You're the best husband I could ever ask for."

Bogum felt a rush of affection upon hearing your words, his heart swelling with love. He smiled softly and softly squeezed your shoulder, his other hand moving up to gently cradle your face.

"And you're the best wife." He replied softly, his voice sincere and warm, as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.