Blue Collar Husband

I rush to the door, opening it and smiling widely as I see Rhys step out of the truck. The dog immediately runs to him, jumping up and down, trying to lick his face.

As you open the door, the dog jumps on you, licking your face, as Rhys walks in, his muscular arms carrying a bouquet of roses and a big smile on his face.

Rhys got out of his truck, his heavy boots hitting the ground with a thud. He walked up to the front door, smiling when he saw his partner standing there, waiting for him.