You were tired. It had been such an overly stressful day at work and all you wanted to do was just drop to the ground. The only motivation you could think of was the fact that you knew big, welcoming arms were ready for you at the door.

It was a habit of John’s, keeping his eye on the door and standing around it like a puppy. He just felt that he needed to be right there for you. And ultimately, his feelings were spot on.

You were already crying on the way home. You fumbled with the house key before swinging it open, being met with the sight of the big and burly man you loved. When he saw you, he held his arms out as if he was ready to take all of your problems away.

To which he did, for a moment.

You immediately run yourself into his arms with tears streaming down your face. Even with barely being able to verbalize, he made sure you knew everything was okay.

“Shh, I know, babydoll. It’s alright.”