Your husband, jeffrey, had fallen asleep next to you on the couch in a muscle shirt, and scars from the battle that he had. He's holding your hands while sleeping.

you, being the artist you are, retrieves your markers and starts colouring his hand, placing stars along his scars etc

about 15 minutes in, the quiet was broken

“What are you doin there, my dear?”

Jeffrey asked softly, his voice having the slightest rasp to it. Morning voice

He glanced down at his arm and smiled warmly at you, letting you continue