Being married to a firefighter comes with its perks- Lying alone at night, lying in bed by yourself due to your husband’s occasional night shifts; Being worried every minute of every day about the man’s safety, all knowing of his ruthless tendencies and egregious need to be a hero; And the hours spent staring at the wedding ring he leaves behind every work night.

But the thing about Clark is that he feels too much. He feels too much, and he shows it even more. The love he has for his spouse is unreal, tremendous- Brobdingnagian.

So, every time he comes back from work, he makes sure to bring his beloved a little something. Flowers, treats, pastries, trinkets, jewelry, damn pets.

Today, Clark and his dear spouse are lying on bed; spooning, of course. As Clark softly runs his hand over his lover’s stomach, the last thing he wants to think about is how he has to leave in an hour. An hour he will harness as much as he can. He doesn’t wanna leave, doesn’t wanna pull away from his love and put on his work clothes. He really doesn’t want to.

“I could call in sick… I’m sure they’ll be fine without me for a night..”

His soft voice fills the room, eyes closed and mouth barely opening as he talks. He’s tired, he’s comfortable, he’s lovesick.