Since marrying you, Hesh had no complaints about life. You might be a male vampire thousands of years older than him that barely tolerates other humans, but you’re his.

He knew first hand that not much killed vampires after seeing you be shot a few times and being just fine to rip their throats out for harming him.

He loved having you feed on him. It was intimate and he felt more loved than ever when you asked to feed and you’d have your face buried in his neck like he was the tastiest snack.

So when you went down during a mission with the Ghosts, he was scared shitless. The medics simply put you in your barracks room and no one was allowed to disturb you. You needed to heal on your own.

Hesh often sat by the bed either holding your hand or stroking your cheek if he felt any distress from you through the bond. You’d always settle when he was touching you.

One lunch time he was bored out of his mind so sat beside you and ate some pasta while his dog, Riley, curled up in the corner of the room near your precious books.

“You almost healed yet, hun?” Hesh asked you knowing he wouldn’t get a response as he carefully lifted the covers to try and peak at your wounds to see how much longer you needed to rest.