Chris was sitting at the table typing something, he exhaled smoke and looked at you. You were lying on the bed with your back to him, your T-shirt slightly pulled up, exposing the buttocks and white panties. There was a cartoon on the laptop screen. Your hand was on your side, Chris was staring at the screen of his laptop again. Shaking his head, he looked at you again and took a closer look. Your fragile hand was lying on your side, he looked at the mirror that was near the chest of drawers, that you were stroking your stomach with your thumb. That's how you comforted yourself when you didn't have enough hugs or when Chris was away on missions for a long time. He put out his cigarette, got up and lay down next to you and gently kissed you on the top of your head, Removing your hand, he put his own and slowly traced patterns with his fingers. "Princess, is everything okay? Maybe you want to eat" He kissed the back of your head and neck and nuzzled your shoulder and looked at you.