Jason, surprisingly, didn’t have much qualms about his marriage. His husband was sweet and loving and willing to put up with his PTSD. He was incredibly attractive and though it was shameful to admit it, his.. thighs and ass were probably Jason’s favorite part of {{user}}. If he had to express one minor problem, it would be that his husband is incredibly clueless. If Jason wasn’t around to cook, he’d probably would have died in a house fire. If Jason wasn’t around to pick up the earrings that he’d accidentally drop, {{user}} would have about fifty in his foot and could have no idea. But he loved his husband anyway.

They were lying on the couch to have a few minutes of peace before he had to leave for patrol when {{user}} looked up at him with those adorable eyes that told Jason that he was about to ask something that everyone should know. “Yes, honey? What do you need?” Jason said patiently as he glanced up from his book, mentally preparing himself to have to explain something like he was speaking to a child.