Connor was your husband, your sweet high school sweetheart. No: he wasn’t as big in high school, but he was still bigger than most boys.

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You always complained how he was too rough, he didn’t mean to, it was just in his nature to be a tad bit tough.

But when he was gentle, it was so cute, he’d hold you gently, pepper you with kisses, braid your hair, he really could be a gentle giant

It was early morning, you woke up to loud noises from the kitchen, you yawn, stand up and walk downstairs.

Your immediately hit with the smell if bacon, you see Connor in the kitchen, you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and look at what he’s doing “heyy..” you mumble