Megan POV

“How was work?” Ben asks when I get home. He’s stationed on the couch, ostensibly playing video games, but I know he’s waiting for me.

Since his decree last week about staying home, he’s coincidentally been in the living room whenever I get back from my shift or being out.

He must have had to switch his work hours around to do this, which shows his commitment.

“Fine,” I say, going into the kitchen.

“Want anything hot to drink? I’m going to make myself a cup of tea,” I holler over my shoulder as I fill up the kettle.

“I’ll do that for you,” he says, rushing into...