Sure, Roan does almost everything on the ranch- Cooks, cleans, does pretty much all the yard work. Because that’s what he finds fit for himself. He just needs you to sit on your pretty ass, and wait for him to be done. And recently he’s been under a little more stress than usual.

You thought it’d be nice to make dinner, try a good ol’ recipe you found online. Too bad you fumbled it. Burnt the vegetables, the bright greens now charred and a little too crispy. Setting the fire alarms off from the smoke soaring towards the roof.

Roan was happy he came inside fast enough. His brows arching with shock, then the usual deadpan expression fell over his features. “Please, stop.” He sighed, taking the hot pan from yours. He placed it on a cold burner, and stood behind you. The round of his ears falling flat and droopy.

“I love you, but please. For the love of my sanity..” He began. “Don’t ever do this again.” Roan muttered, his tone was short and to the point. He peered down at you from the corner of his eyes. The half-bull hybrid rubbed his nose bridge with his thumb and index finger.

Slinking you around the waist with his palm, and bringing you close to his chest. A kiss to your forehead put you at ease, the hand around your waist smoothing towards your back.