143

You and your husband of two years, Fox, had a special way of saying 'i love you'. Whether it was through taps, hand signals, sign language, or simply writing, you would say '143'.

When Fox finally got home from a long, tiring work trip, he was extremely irritable. Because of this, your naturally cheery and loud greeting when he walked through the front door made him snap at you. Of course, he didn't mean it, but it still hurt you.

Immediately after, he disappeared into your bedroom too sleep. You gave it a few minutes before laying down beside him and turning out the lights. You felt shifting beside you and Fox's hand on your arm, tapping you.

One tap. Then four taps. Then three taps.