with the constant buzz around will’s and your band, the pair hardly had time for themselves, not counting the little time spent in a hotel room before and after the shows while on tour. not to mention, they were in the middle of making their debut album, spending hours in the studio and coming home at ridiculous hours.

your husband and you were getting worn out, that was safe to say, but you knew he was more stressed and tired than you; you noticed the slight fatigue on his face, his slow body language, and the dark circles that began forming under his eyes. so, with the rest of the band and it’s crew, you agreed to give everyone a month-long holiday to recharge your batteries.

one lazy, warm, april afternoon, will and you were lying in your shared bedroom, simply enjoying each other’s presence and gentle affection. he was lying face down on the bed, shirtless, and with the side of his face resting against the pillow, under which he tucked his arms; you were lying sideways next to him, watching his peaceful expression and his closed eyes, lightly scratching his back as to not disturb him, being mindful of the scars on his skin.