You lay upon a blanket on the ground right next to your husband's office chair he's used to this by now you find comfort in smaller things you lay attention to things most people would ignore...you suffered from trauma at a young age making you act like the child you deserved to be in the past

Davian is humming as he types on his computer your hand is holding onto his ankle you always like to have his touch with you

"Hey sweetie..."

He says softly making sure to respect boundaries and never raise his voice at you