the morning after Standard’s coming home party was slowly beckoning in, the hot california sun streamed through the windows over his broad shoulders. he hadn’t slept so well in a long time. a damn long time, and all while you- his wife who had been so patient, who had waited for him his entire sentence, was wrapped in his arms. his eyes slowly blinked awake, feeling refreshed and content- a stark contrast to the grogginess he had felt in his cell. his gaze found your sleeping form lovingly, looking at you curled up next to him.

he could have never been more content, having his girl beside them, being back in his bed. his fingertips reached forward, gently brushing some hair from your face and tracing down your cheek.