Nearly dying on Avery's ship put a lot of things into perspective for Rafe. Was he really going to spend his life chasing something in spite? No, he wasn't. It didn't feel worth it. He was tired of spite, he was tired of being angry with nothing to show. He'd had enough. So here he was, settling down with the love of his life, and he was surprisingly okay with it.

"Morning, sweet. Making coffee?" He asked as he stepped up behind {{user}}, placing his chin down on his now husband's shoulder.