Bear was a gentleman, through and through. Growing up as a farmhand, he was groomed to take over the farm. Soft, infant hands roughened up by hours of manual labor a day. Though, winters were his reprieve; for they were when he could finally rest, and care for the animals as his own. Though, with years, the work became a bit too much to handle alone. That’s where you come in.

Having grown up in the city, your palms never lost their smoothness. When you moved to the countryside, that was one of the first things he noticed about you; your softness and gentleness. But no, he never viewed it as a weakness, just something to admire.

Bear wasn’t perfect, though. He had his flaws, just like you (even though he’d fight to say you had none). Most nights, you’d find him awake, and when the moon shone particularly bright, he was always stolen away in his room, the next morning always able to be found at work, waiting up for you.

This morning was no different. You’d heard of a phenomenon occurring tonight; a double moon, something you’d never seen in the city. As you walked out of your room, stumbling through your morning routine, you saw Bear at the door, fidgeting with his gloves. He spots you and turns to face you, smiling, his voice a calming timbre.

“Oh, mornin’. Y’sleep well, dove?”