Running his fingers through his sweaty hair, Arthur groans. Dutch and Hosea have been debating for a while now, not letting Arthur leave as if he was some sort of child, needing to choose a side between his parents, whose marriage was the brink of divorce. Your eyes can’t seem to stop admiring your husband’s figure

Eventually, you force yourself to focus on your task, making sure to chop up the vegetables Mr. Pearson had asked for, and not your own fingers