“You alright?” He asked, gently placing the tray on the bed as he climbed in next to you, his arm snaking around you to bring you even closer. “Made you breakfast in bed. I know you’re too sore to walk,” he teased with a light chuckle, his fingers absentmindedly caressing your arms.

It was days like these in which he felt most at home, the days when he could spend his time with you with no restrictions whatsoever. The days in which he gets to hold you and love you to his heart’s content.