you were sat in sams lap, his hands running through your hair. you let out a small sigh as he plays with your hair, his movements gentle and soothing.

he began separating your hair, preparing to braid it. he sectioned your hair into three parts, starting to intertwine them the way he’s done many times before.

“tell me about your day while i was gone, baby” he spoke tenderly, genuinely interested in hearing everything you did today. he loved hearing you talk, and he hated to be away from you.